crossing the ga/al state lines pt. 1

Yesterday, Jinah and I took a mini road trip to finally check out the Unclaimed Baggage Center. There have been tons of rumors flying about this place, and we were determined to put them to rest. I didn't take photos inside the store, but you can head over to Jinah's blog for those photos. To be honest, my haul wasn't as good as hers, but I'll post more on that tomorrow.

For now, I have these photos from the road trip part. We passed through so many cute towns and wanted to stop by everything - abandoned buildings, impromptu highway fruit stands, and various general stores. Buuuuut, we managed to restrain ourselves to a dilapidated schoolhouse in Summerville and a fruit stand off Hwy. 140 where we picked up peaches and preserves.

recycling in beige

I originally bought this dress while I was in Korea from A-land to wear to a wedding. But I didn't go to said wedding and so I've been trying to find an occasion to break it out. Gilt City is launching in Atlanta, and Jinah and I got our names on an RSVP to the premiere of "Crazy, Stupid Love." (This doesn't guarantee a spot in the theater, so let's see how many women we're going to be fighting to see this film.)

When you first see this dress, you see capped sleeves and think, "No, this is NOT going to work." (Because capped sleeves are NOT your friend.) But once it's on, it transforms into the most spectacular dress in the world for two reasons:

1.) the capped sleeves are not really capped sleeves.
2.) there is more than enough room for stomach elasticity in case you decide to wear this dress to a massive buffet.




(dress by be [born to enable], Bebe belt worn as a necklace, Alexander Wang Freja boots, Celine bi-color pouch)

too many mirrors in this house

Crazy things have been happening all over the world. I blame it on this extraordinary heat. Also, fundamental religion and political vitriol. When are we going to realize that divisiveness isn't the solution to any problem? I borrowed "Handing the Undead" by John Lindqvist (the writer of Swedish vampire thriller novel and film "Let Me In") from the library and found a bookmark of the Ten Commandments in the pages. I refuse to believe that it was a coincidence.

I've been defaulting to various versions of easy summer clothing. I'm really beginning to love clothes with holes poked through the fabrics. It's like air conditioned fabric. Really glad I bought this sweater when I was in Korea - almost walked away without getting it. Sometimes, it's good to have enabler friends.






(Ballerina Retro Chic sweater, Free People embroidered shorts, Only Hearts tap shorts worn underneath, Jeffrey Campbell Ticks in tribal, Matthew Williamson x Linda Farrow sunglasses, Celine Boston bag)

let's go walk to the border

Soooooo, I didn't take a single photo when I was in NYC. Not even on my phone. Speaking of camera phones, the docents/guards/Nazis at the McQueen exhibit at the Metropolitan are super hardcore. This tourist took a photo on her iPhone, and they called her over and made her erase it. Also, this little kid walked in front of me when I was at Laguardia and threw up what appeared to be chocolate milkshake in my path.

I stopped by the Isabel Marant boutique in Soho minutes before I had to leave for the airport. I treated myself to this skirt and probably would've been coaxed into purchasing more if the blonde salesgirl didn't have permanent stankface on top of a surly attitude. Just because you work at a popular boutique doesn't give you free license to be an unpleasant pseudo-elitist even if there was an irritating family with an unruly small child running around the store. (Not my child. If I ever have children, they are not allowed to accompany me on my shopping excursions. That is Mommy-time.) If you want to get friendly service, go to the black salesgirl with natural hair. She is really great.

Also, if you want to see what my face looks like when it's 90+ degrees with the sun glaring in my face, head over to Meredith's blog, where you can see photos from food truck Thursdays in Midtown.





t-shirt. American Apparel
skirt. Etoile Isabel Marant
shoes. Balenciaga cut out boots
sunglasses. Chanel
bag. Celine

leaving on a jet plane pt. 2

I'm going to NYC for two days, starting Tuesday.  This entire trip was really unexpected and a part of me feels like I shouldn't be taking it. But what's done is done, and the tickets are bought and paid so a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
 
Gonna be rushing around trying to squeeze in all my favorite NYC people in an 8 hour block on Tuesday. I would feel wrong promising shots of the city, when I'm not even sure I'll have enough time for a decent lunch. However, I've put the McQueen exhibit #1 on my priority list. Yeah, I'm pretty sure a lot of people would say that my priorities are skewed, but I feel like you guys would understand. You're such enablers, I hope you know that.

the beatles x km x nail polish

I like to make lists. Sometimes, they make sense (like "groceries" and "things to do this week"). Most of the time, they reflect the chaos in my head. While in the shower this week, I came up with a list heading, "Names of Nail Polish Colors Inspired by the Beatles." Here's the evidence of my work.

I know I'm missing a few songs that are totally worthy - "Eleanor Rigby" as a pale purple-grey, "Back in the U.S.S.R." as a metallic blue, "Blackbird" as the classic matte black, "Helter Skelter" as a crackle!!! I feel like this list could go on forever. Feel free to add your suggestions and maybe I will add another section of swatches to this.

march of the meanies

I wore this to the airport on Thursday. It's the only day that I didn't wear my Theyskens' Theory Lara dress this week. (I wasn't kidding when I said that I loved that dress.) These boots really polarize people; they either love them or hate them. I love that I don't have to vet people out now - if you hate my Balenciaga boots, we can't be friends. We probably won't have anything in common, anyway.

I fell down some hardwood stairs, and now I have these cut up marks and bruises on my legs. As if they weren't scabby enough... 



top. Cres E. Dim
skirt. Zara
boots. Balenciaga
sunglasses. Chanel