wearing ASOS dress, vintage bag and belt, Swedish Hasbeens for H&M shoes, vintage bracelets and antique monocle necklace
Summer is, I guess, officially over. But it really just started in San Francisco, which is why it suddenly feels appropriate to post these pictures from my visit to New Orleans in May. New Orleans, the city of myriad enchantments, including the fabled Hand Grenade, a radioactive green drink made from the fermented juice of god-knows-what. Fact: if you have too many of these, your vomit will be the exact same color. I hate them, but I had to subject Wardell to their grossness for his inaugural trip. It's a rite of passage.
Love this dress. I've also worn it here, here, and here. It's always a sad day when I have to officially retire it to the "out of season" box under my bed.