postcards from tahoe

Spent a glorious snowy weekend holed up in a rad 1970's cabin in Tahoe. I'm not one for snow sports, but I sure can get down with chilling champagne in snow drifts and playing dress-up in a foiled wallpaper bathroom with my besties.

this is 30

wearing vintage I. Magnin jumpsuit via What Poppy Wants, vintage necklace

Don't think its really necessary to offer up some kind of treatise on aging and turning the big 3-0 because I'm not  the first person to reach the milestone and I haven't done that much aging yet. Luckily, I'm not terribly age-phobic, and thus reaching this somewhat arbitrary touchpoint between "adulthood" and Adulthood isn't much more frightening than changing the side I part my hair. Nonetheless, the 30th birthday, through social construct, biology, or a combination of both, seems to loom large in the minds of most twentysomethings. I keep getting asked, 'Do you feel older?' 'Can you believe you're 30?' to which I say, 'I always feel older than I was yesterday,' and 'yes.' I also like to remind people that the alternative to getting older is...not getting older. And no one wants to be dead!

Anyway, long story short I wore the most magical item in my closet out on my birthday and it in no way inhibited me from doing high kicks because it is a JUMPSUIT. So I did high kicks all night and wore plastic animal noses, because sometimes getting older is cause for a little regressive behavior.

happy thanksgiving

Y'all know the drill. It's the time of year to really stop bitching about traffic, stress at work, those studded boots you missed out on at the Gilt sale, and the eternal fight over national politics. It's time to pardon turkeys, slaughter many, many more turkeys, wear clothing with forgiving waistbands, and camp out in front of appliance stores. In other words, it's decorative gourd season, motherfuckers!

everything in life is just for a while

Thinking back on my trip to Fargo and Detroit Lakes, Minnesota this summer and the freak thunderstorm that came out of nowhere one evening when we were staying at the lake. For about 20 minutes thunder pealed, lightning struck, and the wind howled. Then as soon as it had started, it was over and the sun came back out and drenched everything in a garish orange light which gave way to one of the most spectacular sunsets I've ever seen. Reminds me that everything is temporary in life, including of course life itself.

If you don't like the story line, give it 5 minutes. Something is bound to change.

instant life

1. Summer ice cream in a favorite ASOS dress, Terry de Havilland wedges, and H&M necklace
2. In the woods in Pelican Lake, Minnesota
3. New thrift store find from Fargo--only $2!
4. Orange gradient nails from a few weeks ago
5. Messing around with deer antlers in my office

in the heartland

Exploring my ancestral homeland this past weekend in Fargo, North Dakota and Detroit Lakes, Minnesota. My dad was born there but his parents left for the warmer, more preservative temperatures of Arizona before I was born, so I had never been before. The Fargo/Moorhead area has the dubious distinction of being the location for the Cohen brother's movie of the same name, yet it has also been named one of the safest cities in America. People have the curious habit of saying 'hi' to you on the street, even if they don't know you. It's filled with small-town values and picturesque vignettes that are just begging to become campaign photo-ops. I'd totally go there again.

calmate guey

Mira! Mexico was a wondrous journey away from my iphone and towards total and utter relaxation. We spent the majority of our time in the picturesque town of Tulum, about two hours south of the Cancun airport. It is, quite literally, a chickens-in--the-road kind of town where they only take cash and time merely plods along as opposed to sweeping your feet out from under you and punching you in the solar plexus. In fact, the only thing I did with any kind of rapidity while there was burn through 900-pages of Shantaram. Here's what it looked like:

Beach combing in a vintage caftan I purchased last time I was in Palm Springs. I'll give you one guess whether I have ever worn it before, and whether I'll ever wear it again... (hint: San Francisco is currently 58 degrees)

Continue the magical photo tour after the jump!

life, generally

ASOS dress, Derek Lam shoes, Colorblock Shop earring, vintage ring and necklace

My summer so far has been defined by frequent trips into Marin to avoid the fog, more online shopping than shopping at actual stores, Wardell's growing afro that elicits comments almost wherever we go, hanging with Kobe, finding sunny spots to read, a constant smell of self tanner hanging around my apartment, planning a trip to Tulum and Playa Del Carmen in July, and vowing not to spend any more money now that said travel has been planned and paid for. Restraint is key.