Greetings from Los Angeles! Where flip flops are favored over Dr. Martens as day shoes, smoking anything other than pot is frowned upon, and owning over ten pairs of designer shades is considered normal. One might question my being in The City of Angels. Well, while just visiting family and general attempts to chill the fuck out would suffice as answers; truthfully, a hasty getaway to a sun-kissed locale was necessary to maintain my sanity (what's left of it I 'spose). I never thought I'd say this, but I'm starting to take a liking to the whole Californian laid-back lifestyle. I always preferred concrete over grass, walking over driving, sky scrapers over well... basically New York over L.A., so who could've seen this coming? "It's the Californian air", says the inhabitants - perhaps saturated with expelled cannabis smoke? But there's something unarguably liberating about simply driving down a freeway jamming to KIIS-FM, urging me to commence on some kind of Great American road trip; but first, a quick devour to Rodeo Drive couldn't hurt raaaaaiiiight (say it with your best valley girl accent)?
shirt & socks H&M, trousers CÉLINE, necklace DANNIJO, sunglasses WESTWARD LEANING, bag CHANEL, bracelets & rings TOPSHOP & ASOS & WHISTLE, shoes JEFFREY CAMPBELL