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.