They say that fridges are a window into the soul. We like to think that closets are a reflection of it, which is why we spend each and every Monday morning raiding the closets of New York’s finest. We’ve also visited Denmark, London, LA and Shanghai. Just last week, we found the world’s best striped shirt in Monica Sordo’s closet.
If you’re going to San Francisco, the late Scott McKenzie would likely suggest you wear flowers in your hair. But if San Francisco is at the end of a whirlwind week that begins in Palm Springs, includes a stint at the MTV Movie Awards, a fancy work event, at least one beach trip and the obligatory In-N-Out stop, then what the hell do you wear in addition to all those flowers? Or in the case of Annie Georgia Greenberg, senior style editor at Refinery29, in lieu of? Why don’t we let her show you…
This is me in my brightly colored Saguaro Palm Springs hotel room trying to interpret “what Coachella means to me,” which apparently boils down to wearing an optical illusion as a top and not ironing my pants. Truth be told: during the day I wore a ’90s gold half-zip and a Polo Ralph Lauren one-piece under denim shorts with Vans high-tops, so this nighttime party look was a nice, cleaned-up departure.
I drove from Palm Springs to LA and barely had enough time to get ready to shoot a red carpet video at the MTV Movie Awards. But, hiding a panic attack behind a stick mic is a skill of mine. Here, I’m pairing said mic with a color-coordinated outfit consisting of an Opening Ceremony top and shoes and a Zimmermann skirt. The earrings were around $13 from one of those random jewelry stores in midtown.
Behold! A morning selfie, taken after waking up in my friend’s West Hollywood apartment with ample time to bathe and dress, Coachella and the MTV Movie Awards behind me. This day was casual because I was working from home.
When you don’t have a car in LA, you Uber, and when you Uber in LA you make friends with your Uber drivers who give you their business cards, and when they give you their business cards sometimes they read, “Danger//Danger Music Production That’s Too Hot To Handle.” That’s what happened to me right after I took this photo which was taken right after I bought a candle for the friend I stayed with the night before, which happened right after I had a meeting serendipitously located around the corner from this Barneys. You can take the girl outta New York…
Day 2.5 in LA and now I’m staying in my boyfriend’s parents’ guest house getting ready for meetings with people who, in retrospect, I hope are forgiving of wrinkled jumpsuits. At this point I’m still jet-lagged and the sunglasses are hiding a face that feels like 9 am EST time but looks like 6 am PST.
This photo was taken in the bathroom of our R29 x CFDA x Neiman Marcus dinner at Terrine. It’s my last night in LA before my boyfriend and I drive up the Pacific Coast Highway to visit my best friend in San Francisco. Kind of like Cheryl Strayed’s Wild except without the hiking or the Danner boots. Even though this is my first time wearing this entire set together, it’s one of my favorite outfits because it was my grandmother’s.
Many selfies and sunsets later, we made it to SF late Friday night! This isn’t a selfie but it’s how I’d like to see myself: laughing hysterically on a beach in a practically unpractical, mostly-vintage outfit after a weekend of, what AIM-users would call, “chillaxing.” Plus, the photo was taken by my oldest friend right before I left for the airport to end my wild Californian adventure (but not before eating In-N-Out in a rental car parking lot — chic!). To note: I don’t usually wear shoes like this to the beach — we were just saying a quick goodbye to the Pacific.