it's the most wonderful time of the year

wearing Kryolan aqua color makeup, thrifted skirt and top, Saks Fifth Avenue scarf, earrings made by my sister, DIY tissue paper flowers (Tara is one hell of an Indian warrior princess)

Halloween eve had me navigating public transportation with a bunch of horny costumed Chilean Miners, sneaking into a party via a chain link fence and a parked van, and dancing to godawful hipster techno on a rooftop. If this was any other weekend I would consider it a resounding failure. But it's not. It's Halloween. Stakes is low.

My makeup turned out pretty awesome if I don't say so myself. I had a dry run on Friday at a work costume contest, where I took home the top prize of a new ipod touch, which I desperately needed so, WIN.

Also, my friends were Two A-holes from SNL and in character all night. It was awesome.

oh well helloooo there

Yes, I'm still here, and still thinking about clothes. Namely:

- Pointy, ladylike pumps without a 9" heel. I refuse to use the word "kitten"
- Skirt lengths that fall somewhere between maxi and knee-length
- Waffle-knit sweaters
- Leather pleated mini skirts
- Pumpkin, rust, and golden colors





All photos from Wayne Tippett's blog

Also, digging this new thicker-heeled version of my Louboutin pumps from '08:



L: Image via Wayne Tippetts, R: my prized posession

rainy day women

wearing J Crew coat, Martin + Osa sweater, Juicy Couture shorts, DKNY tights, unknown socks, Hunter boots, thrifted bag

I'm in social isolation right now because I haven't yet seen the season finale of Mad Men and I'm terrified of being exposed to plot spoilers. No Facebook, no TV, and definitely no conversing with co-workers who like to talk LOUDLY about last night's episode. The fuck is wrong with people?!

Also, prepare to die. My nails. The sugar skulls painted by...wait for it...my boyfriend. I am in absolute awe of his patience and so thankful that he's the type of guy who will put off studying to help satisfy my craving for Mexican cultural imagery on my fingernails. Baby, you get me.

sugar skulls

Deeply inspired by the work of artist Sylvia Ji, I am going to celebrate Sluttoween this year as a Day of the Dead bride. I had originally planned to continue my now 3-year tradition of being the biggest celebwhore/tabloid fixture of the year with a nod to Jersey Shore's resident Oompa Loompa, Snooki, but vetoed the idea when I realized wearing 2007's Amy Winehouse wig with a metallic, leopard print slut dress and slippers didn't pose a great enough challenge, and I would be very cold.

The work of Sylvia Ji provides ample reference for makeup:








I also found this Youtube video that does a fantastic job of showing how to achieve the look step-by-step:




Hopefully, the finished product looks something like this picture that's been sitting in my inspiration folder for at least a year now:



I already own the perfect full, colorful skirt, and today I picked up an embroidered blouse for $4 at a thrift store. Now I just need a fringed shawl/jacket, some flowers for my hair, and some Kryolan makeup (the MAC shit is way to expensive).

What are your halloween plans, dear readers?

sometimes things are perfect

HIPPIE MOMENTS: There are certain warm nights in early fall that feel like the middle of summer where I just sit on the porch with Kobe in a tepid pool of air and watch bugs tap gently against the porchlight. This is probably as close to perfection as can possibly exist. And I'm ok with that.


Now that I've gotten that out of my system, I can excitedly proclaim I figured out how to wear this white lace-trim dress 2 ways:

Forever 21 dress, vintage belt

Vintage bracelets

sister wife

When I wore this skirt to work yesterday, one of my colleagues started calling me "Big Love."

I guess that makes this outfit Church of LDS approved. Oh joy.

wearing skirt from Ramona West Vintage, Beautiful People (?) sweater, random tank, vintage belt, H&M socks, and Dolce Vita boots

omg everybody freak out

Kiera Knightley cut her hair!!!!!!



Do you:
A. declare her the official owner of The Best Bob in the Universe (beating out Anna Wintour, Posh, and of course, the ever formidable Peter Pan Dude
B. Yawn like you're browsing a Land's End catalog
C. foresee numerous copycats, culminating in adoption by Miley Cyrus once the style has completely jumped the shark


If the answer is A, please explain.