|thrifted blazer // vintage blouse from The Loved One // Opening Ceremony skirt // vintage flats // vintage bag|
Rachel snapped these after a much-needed breakfast date where we caught each other up on all the new developments in our lives. The past two years were undoubtedly comprised of both the highest highs and the lowest lows, but as I work on focusing my efforts without harshing my gig, the peaks and valleys are gradually being worn into some sort of navigable middleground. Hell, upper-middle ground.
On a lighter note, how weird is this purse?! I'm not really into bags; I would like to have just one or two purses that go with everything I own. That's a tall order, given the frenzy of my wardrobe, but this thing just might help me get there. The blue faux-fur and white leather is so weird, it doesn't go with anything... which is why it goes with everything. I got the blouse from The Loved One shop in Pasadena. I make it a point to stop by whenever I'm in southern California, and it never disappoints (even though my last visit was marred by the fact that my parents' dog ATE my starfish brooch)—it seems they manage to squeeze more and more incredible vintage into the tiny space every time I go.
*for the record, although the title is a reference to the David Bowie song, Black Sabbath's "Changes" is by far the superior tune; and the best song for lying around and having feelings.