tune in, tune out

Top image: Sasha Pivovarova via Interview Magazine, headphone images from urbanears.com

Happily, the company I work for is about to move from Mountain View, CA (home of Google, the most Pho noodle houses outside of Vietnam) to my fair city of San Francisco. This means no more driving, no more cursing the traffic on the 101, and no more radio. I'll be commuting using good 'ol Muni again, and that means I'll be plugging in and drowning out the noise of other commuters (morning gas, throat clearing, mind-numbingly vapid conversation) using some slick-ass headphones like these from Urbanears. The only question? What color?!

They're available at Moxsie.com

dr. zhivago

wearing vintage mink hat, banana republic sweater, APC striped shirt, J Brand jeans, Jeffrey Campbell boots, ring - birthday gift from Tara (thanks Tara), laptop case from Byrd & Belle's etsy shop

My boyfriend's car is back after a little trip to the Outer Mission (allegedly) and a $350 tow truck ride. Get this: apparently in SF, if your car gets stolen, the helpful city will retrieve it, tow it to their impound lot, and generously charge you $400 for said towing and storage. Why the victim of theft would need to pay that kind of money to get their stolen property back is beyond me, but I smell a racket. If only I weren't so sleepy, I would launch into an undercover mission and expose the whole scam. What is this, freaking Cold War Russia??

And speaking of Cold War Russia (you see how I did that? I'm amazing) I snatched up the perfect fur hat at Black and Brown, then decided the wood-paneled study in my parents' house was the perfect location to photograph it. I feel like a sephardic version of Julie Christie.

tie me up, tie me down

Lara Stone in Interview Magazine, March 2010

Her face is exquisite. How is it possible for someone to look this hot without eyebrows?

fuckyeahprettynails

It's one of those exceptional nights when the air smells like flowers, it's unseasonably warm outside, and you find yourself affected by a curiously buoyant cheeriness. In the words of my man Ice Cube, today was a good day.

And just to add to the awesomeness, here are some pictures of cool nails. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to download Chris Brown's new mixtape and recline with my new copy of Lucky Magazine.

i left my heart in san francisco (but i left my wallet in el segundo)

wearing Anna Sui dress (V-day gift from my boyfriend) Jeffrey Campbell boots, Topshop mongolian lamb vest, Devi Kroell for Target clutch, vintage jewelry

It's been a bittersweet day. My boyfriend woke up this morning to find that his car had been stolen overnight. It's a surreal feeling to find one of your hats sitting forlornly in the road where your car should be.

Of course, being the sweet, perfect angel that he is, he still trekked down the road to pick me up some flowers, and I made beignets and coffee and we walked to the top of Bernal hill and sat on a grassy knoll and contemplated life (and its inevitable curve-balls). Then we ate a ridiculously late lunch and skipped out on our dinner reservation to go to a cavernous wine bar where we feasted on triple-cream cow's milk cheese and dates.

All in all a good day, made even sweeter by the fact that I spent it with my love on Valentine's day.

But then again, I still have a car to go to work in on Tuesday.