that balenciaga

have you every realized that something is your favorite (insert garment, concept, or love interest memory) embarrasingly after the fact? we could be exclusively referring to men here, not an uncommon phenomenon, but case in point: balenciaga spring 2013. i have no idea how i managed to ward off the infatuation for so long, but after regularly walking by the larger than life balencaiga facade on mercer, nicolas' farewell collection is confirmed as my all-time favorite. with the exception of the miu miu ss10 cats of course, but please, that collection deserves its own category. at any rate, those ruffles regularly send me swooning, as does the silvery peeling-paint-and-glass aesthetic. 

snapshots: photos by your girl, outfit (inspired) by ghesquière. other balenciaga images via vogue, manoelcaralho.com, tumblr image gone collaged (originally posted by this tumblr, reworked for reposted by this one!), and the official mercer street poster ad campaign (via touchpuppet). please excuse the shameless headshots, ya gotta do whatcha gotta do, ya know?

outfit: surface to air skirt, brandi melville top, vintage jewelry. 

tunes: guest room by the national.

xx

old school is the best school

once upon a time, there was a not-so-little girl who discovered that she really, really loved to take photographs. she took so many pictures with so many miscellaneous cameras that her iphoto library went on strike, and she instead had to use an external hard drive to store all 30,000 photographs the majority of which she didn't look at after a certain point, but still. and then, one day, her trusty external hard drive decided that it had been unplugged without being "properly ejected" one time too many. and it became unreadable. and the not-so-little girl lost all 30,000 of her photographs. including the twoi ballin "photoshoots" she had staged done for her blog. fortunately, this crazy chick has an instax-slash-"polaroid" camera that is covered in cat stickers that she insisted on using at the last moment during the above bambi northwood-blyth inspired adventure. so not all is lost. in the meantime, she'll be praying around the clock to the data recovery gods of silicon valley.

snapshots: film kicks in for the clutch, and when i grow up, i want to be bambi northwood-blyth. obviously. photos by this guy. 

tunes: i-dj playlist: le youth- missed calls.

xx

this week

on my mind this week: witty puns, effortless jumpsuits, popsicles on the high line, and the promise of perfect summer skin a magical summer.

snapshots: via the other addiction, tumblr (here).

tunes: follow you down ft. bright lights by zedd.

xx

all black everything

 finally! the moment you've all been waiting for: an outfit post the perfect pair of summer boots. whenever i head home to the country for a healthy dose of cats open spaces, i always seem to end up wearing the outfit-of-the-moment, by which we mean the "new favorite outfit" that has been worn for a minimum of three consecutive days in the city. exhibit a: december's boyfriend-minus-the-boyfriend jeans paired with something eight sizes too big oversized; exhibit b: plenty of black with just as much jewelry. 

as for the boots, i had this terrible realization a few weeks back: no matter how many times i've gotten my favorite booties resoled, my two favorite pairs of boots have a fast approaching expiration date of 34924 miles. girlfriend wears her boots hard, and i needed something for the summer that didn't cost a generous portion of my rent could keep up with all my walking. in other words, i knew i should do myself a favor and steer clear of opening ceremony or acne where the heels and prices are both too high for my own good. dangerous places i tell you. instead, i found love in a hopeless place and have fallen head over heels for these fryes. exposed zippers and removable buckles? sign a sista up.

snapshots: by yours truly.

outfit: vintage levi cutoffs, james perse men's tee, frye boots, vintage jewelry. and of course, the unicorn themed manicure. (periwinkle + glitter = unicorns, duh.)

tunes: holy ground by taylor swift.

xx