Shorts Brigade

Being that it is May, I think we should all move past our comfort zones (you know, May flowers and all). For me, I have this thing for leggings. I wear them like everyday, you can dress them up, you can dress them down, they're sexy but not gross, they work in warm or cool weather. They are my best friend, kinda.

However, sometimes we encounter people who enjoy taking us out of these said comfort zones, we'll call him George. George has comfort zones of his own, he enjoys boarding school attire, vinyard vines, and other things pastel or bearing similarities to what you might wear in, say, Greenwich.

So I am going cold turkey, no more leggings until June 10th, pas de facile... merde, qu'est ce que je vais faire? je ne sais pas, je ne sais pas...

The solution to this problem, I think, are shorts. I hate jeans... I have them. I hate them, I want to punch them in the face.

Sorry, that was graphic.

BISOUS.

Livin' With Lou Dogs' The Only Way To Stay Sane/ In an Aeroplane Over The Sea/ Other Things High

I shall address you with a citrus attitude, as summer approaches us. I think of lime and the basil hints in my mothers limeade to make everything feel refreshed and cleansed. I think of listening to Sublime (Ch ch ch ch check it), I think Miami, I think sandals from dolce vita.

I think of busying myself with things I actually like to do, more limeade.

I think of airplanes.

I love airplanes.

Speaking of airplanes, being far above the ground is not only made possible by staggering ticket sales and illegal substances, but shoes...

Refer to some previous post about my love of SUPER high shoes.

Thats right America, Stay above the influence, it can't reach you in these things.

Bisous Salopes.

East Meets West

In my spare time now, I go to the park and absorb as much sun as possible to try and relieve myself from this current state I am in. Being from LA, I do sun, I am west, I am this easy goingness that we all envy, or at least I like to hope/ think I am. 

I go to lawns and galleries and boutiques and comedy clubs and such, and I wonder about thinking of this theory of East Meets West...

When I think west, I think tans and sands and things that remind me of sand in its entirety. Sometimes I think of things like Coachella, where people walk around looks splendidly comfortable in their 100 degree fields and toting their respected statement pieces and environmentally sound water bottles. The epitome of casualties, all spun into poetry that is west.

(Pictures to come)

East, being a whole different sort of beast, in my opinion is the more formal of the two. I believe in navy, black, crisp whites, so long are the earthy tones to which belong the western categories, welcome the structured, harsher, higher and more complicated arrangements which we toss on our frames (which are spun and jogged to perfection, or lack thereof) for we have meetings to get to! blackberries to check! and other sorts of things that keep us harsh, unmistakably eastern, and envied by everyone else.

See in this category, one never seems to win, you look in Vogue, and you see they have won, and that makes you feel like a loser all over again.

Mais Ouais, East has met west, and it is so fine.

Merci Dieu pour le soliel!!!!!!!!!!!

bisous.

princess.

Godbless Romain B. James

This

Is

My 

Favourite

thing

about

the

internet.

It allows me to indulge myself in this beautiful culture in which it seems Romain has immersed himself.

IDA II IDA  VINCENT Fernanda

Godbless Romain

Bisous,

Princess.

Other than that Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?

young love, old pass time. 

  Most of those pictures were taken by my uncle, Joel Bernstein. Except the last one, which had the caption:

Tous ces moments perdus dans l`enchantement qui ne reviendront jamais. Pas d'aujourd'hui pour nous, Pour nous il n'y a rien a partager sauf le passé. 

All I can think about are these scenerios, love, frustration, concentration, art, composition, music.

It all swirls around in the abyss that is the mind.

The image at the top, that is a wall of a sustainable home, it uses all solar energy, rain water, you name it. 

Im not like a crazy Eco- Freak, but this whole Day After Tomorrow scenerio that supposedly is coming is freaking me out.

Royal Pain in the Ass.

Je Vous Aimez. 

BBBIIIISSSSSOOOOOOUUUUSSSS

The Glove Compartment Is Inaccurately Named, and Everybody knows it.

I AM REALLY SORRY.

I SUCK.

I have been so busy, kind of. I didn't go anywhere, I socialed, i socialed a lot. I met a lot of people. I have a thing with a canadian. I have been all over this city. I dont even know why I haven't posted, I'm, terrible. I'm sorry. I have been sitting in parks, observing funky people with funky leather jackets and studs and other interesting (TIE DYE???) pieces. Quite basically, I have been neglecting you, fair blog, and for that, I am sorry.

Today, I am promoting such characters, especially those who wear torn up tie dye and miniscule shorts in the spring. I am a fan. 

I don't know what has come over me.... I hate tie dye... Right?...

BIISSSSSOOUUSS

Et Je Suis Trop Retarde Pour Toi.... Garçons et tout le monde.

Je suis alleé (?) une boom, it was malade. However, one must be careful in these situations, especially with older, plus chaud, et plus bon garçons.

Point being- Parties are fun. 

Alors, so I was doing what I do every night and basically going through all the blogs I follow and so on, and I found these: 

this made me think.

The skirt is awesome: it has this ruffle on it in the back, which would be really good if you were lacking a derriér. 

and the shirt, it is tie died, which I hate. But, I think its funky that we could reinvent something so.... retro?

Welcome to new times... I guess.

All the while, these were two stylestalker Items.

Also,

I like to feature things I find on Flickr, So creds to you "Mundl Party"

Alikins got into HW. Praise Life.

C'est la vie mes salopes...

Sophia