Coachella: The music festival where girls with impossibly long femurs convene in a bunch of Wellies and perfectly ripped denim shorts to get photographed for Street Style blogs. I'm pretty sure it exists only to document what Kate Bosworth is wearing every year.
Don't mind me, I'm just sipping haterade because I didn't get to witness the holographic zombie Tupac perform with Snoop Dogg. That must have been a bad moment to be on drugs.
Well imagine my utter delight when I was at What Poppy Wants a couple of weeks ago, and found what looked like the perfect 60's Studio 54 approved maxi dress-looking thing was actually a jumpsuit. A JUMPSUIT! What else left to do but don it with fake eyelashes and tassel earrings for a Passover Seder?
Also: I've just mastered the sock bun, which is literally changing my life. My buns were so pathetic and small before, but now I can beef them up with tube socks, trouser socks, or any kind of sock I want! The possibilities are endless...
On the left, me doing my best "hipster with a feather" impression, and on the right, Kobe throwing a casual glance over his shoulder in the same mongolian lamb vest from Topshop. In fact, if you blur your eyes a little bit, he just looks like he gained a lot of weight and got a weird haircut. When I see this vest sitting in a chair, I have to resist the urge to pet it and feed it fortune cookies (Kobe's fave).
Given my fascination with crime scene investigations and the eerie, disembodied women's shoes in Guy Bourdin's photography it's no wonder I'm in love with these photos by Nicola Kuperus. Somehow she manages to convey images that are both extremely macabre (the sight of feet reminds me of an accidental death) and quite elegant at the same time.