you're as cool as ice cream

I went to Macon yesterday with Lillie in hopes of finding some decent duds at the Goodwill there. (I've heard that it's a mecca for vintage, but I quickly discovered that it's best suited for those who are a size 6. Get your ass over there and pick up a fantastic Chanel-esque jacket and a fab circle skirt - that's new with tags, btw - that just screams Miu Miu.) We walked around the town a bit afterwards, grabbing lunch at Market City Cafe. I think what I ordered was the Miranda & Mae, which is roasted chicken and brie on a baguette. OMG, I die for brie. And their chips were literally made in their kitchen. How fab is that?

Small towns are a great respite from our self-absorbed city lives.







sweater. Ralph Lauren. skirt. street market in Korea. shoes. street market in Japan.

the world will live as one

the day the music died

Just moments before what can be concluded as the worst night of my life. I won't go into the gruesome details, but I will say that at some point I fell out of a moving car (and still have the scars to prove it).

But not even that night can ruin my love for the Christopher Kane x Topshop tee. The fabric is super soft, and I'm really loving the extra wide arm holes with the super tight neckline. It's part of one successful collab, which is more than what I can say for the mess that's been coming out of Target lately.

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top. Topshop. leggings. Members Only.

even the harvard university graduating class of 2010 couldn't put us back together again

Two things are official.

1) Fall is here. (Summer, nooooo, come back!!)
2) "Up Out My Face" is my new jam. I just wish I'd been scorned so I could sing this song to someone's face. (Who wouldn't want to scream, "Not even a nail technician with a whole lot of gel and acrylic can fix this" to an ex's face? You know you want it.)

When I was living in New York, I went to the Diesel store in Union Square like it was my answer to Holly Golightly's Tiffany's. It was insane. I befriended this girl named Anna, who I swear was a struggling model and one step away from working at that diner across the street. I'm still waiting to see her face show up on an ad campaign. I bought a lot of questionable things there, these shorts probably being one of them. Ah, well.

I wonder if the hot security guard is still there. He's the one with the late shift on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. I'm such a stalker.




shirt. Topshop. shorts. Diesel. blazer. Smythe. oxfords. H&M.