Couch Potatoes

Adam Arnold, Brady Lange, Nike, Alexander McQueen for Puma, Free People, Vintage, Forever-21

The TV is tired of watching you.

Adam Arnold, Brady Lange, Nike, Alexander McQueen for Puma, Free People, Vintage, Forever-21

Adam Arnold, Brady Lange, Nike, Alexander McQueen for Puma, Free People, Vintage, Forever-21

Adam Arnold, Brady Lange, Nike, Alexander McQueen for Puma, Free People, Vintage, Forever-21

On Brick:
sweatshirt: Adam Arnold
tank: Brady Lange
leggings: Nike
shoes: Alexander McQueen for Puma

On Black:
scarf: vintage
house coat: Free People
shirt: Forever-21
shorts: unknown
socks: uhhh, Target?


lumberglam

Double H, Wrangler, Adam Arnold, Gucci, English Laundry, Crown Cap, Jeffrey Campbell, J Brand, Ever, American Apparel

Double H, Wrangler, Adam Arnold, Gucci, English Laundry, Crown Cap, Jeffrey Campbell, J Brand, Ever, American Apparel

Double H, Wrangler, Adam Arnold, Gucci, English Laundry, Crown Cap, Jeffrey Campbell, J Brand, Ever, American Apparel

Double H, Wrangler, Adam Arnold, Gucci, English Laundry, Crown Cap, Jeffrey Campbell, J Brand, Ever, American Apparel

Double H, Wrangler, Adam Arnold, Gucci, English Laundry, Crown Cap, Jeffrey Campbell, J Brand, Ever, American Apparel

A very special thank you to Kipp Knode and his ‘designer’ axes. I mean, who doesn’t wish they could carry this around with them through the foggy morning hillside.

On Brick:

Boots: Double H
Jeans: Wrangler
Suspenders and Shirt: Adam Arnold
Scarf: Gucci
Gloves: English Laundry
Pins: vintage
Hat: Crown Cap

On Black:
Shoes: Jeffrey Campbell
Jeans: J Brand
Shirt: Ever
Suspenders: American Apparel
Fur: (made by our own) Brady Lange
Beanie: gas station treasure


havana painted dreams

My new obsession: getting to Cuba.

In the midst of architectural ruin and decay, the life that resides is so much more alive in the representation of preservation.

The palette that exists in the buildings is one that I have only found when wearing my rose colored glasses.

A special thank you to Michael Eastman for sharing his more then gifted eye and documenting what I have only imagined.

And maybe it’s the perfect temperature range of 69-80 degrees. Maybe its the socialist sharing of goods and rationing. Maybe it is the lack of progression and conservation of what once was.

But as I begin my week in these photos, I hope to one day live the life that they embody.

-Black

(And on another note, I would most defiantly need to buy this bathing suit. CANNOT GET ENOUGH BLACK MILK AS OF LATE.)


left to rust

 

 

 

 

 

 

On Black:

shoes- Jeffrey Campbell

jeans- J Brand

tee- Lancaster

arm party and necklaces- vintage, Grayling, and collected from special places along the way

hat- bought at a grocery store

On Brick:

shoes- Cole Haan

jeans- Cheap Monday

tee- CMRTZY

jacket- vintage

glasses- Ray Ban


just spike it

Here is a little story of how my most coveted leather became my proud leather.

Now, yes this looks easy, and the process, though easy, was insanely hard to begin. I have been mulling this over in my head the last few weeks. There was a super-dee-duper gigantic risk that was involved. If this went over wrong, I would be out of a jacket. And not just a jacket. The jacket that has lived with me in California, moved with me to Portland, has been there for numerous grungy roll out of bed days, the jacket that dressed up (down) plenty of cocktail dresses. Its my go-to survival piece. So, I was absolutely terrified to begin. But once that first punch went through, the BEDZAZZLE/SPIKEAZZLE BEGAN!

I am pretty pleased how it turned out. So pleased that I wore it to the ballet last night, and let me tell you…if you ever feel the need to scare grandmas and get the wide-eyed wonder from elementary school girls. Well, do what I did. If you are normal and do not wish to be oogled, well you probably should never listen to anything I say.


baby’s got the blues

…and sometimes there isn’t anything to do, but turn the music loud enough to pound out all thoughts and take your sweet time spoiling yourself by getting ready for no good reason.

Why?

Because we are worth it.

Every once in a while I can look to the ritual of getting dressed for the day, for the night, or just because as a mini-celebration of self. One of the first memories I have of self-awareness was the day my mom had finally given me permission to pick out my own outfits for the day. I remember thinking… are you kidding me? I could, I WOULD pick out anything I wanted? Out of this entire 3 drawer dresser and shared closet…it was all UP TO ME. Of course I was gonna pick out the neon puff paint shirt with the pink and purple biker shorts with matching scrunchie, that was a no-brainer. DUH, MOM.

And things haven’t changed much, besides the puff paint tendencies. I love the action of pawing through my teenie-tiny closet and building on a concept. The ability to create an attitude with your threads is a power, a gift, that I do not take lightly.

This day in particular I desperately needed to feel pretty with a purpose. So on goes the silk dress, the fur, the tights, the nonsensical socks and heels combo with layers of necklace and bronzed gloves.

taa-dah, look mom, all dressed and ready to go!

-Black


we the free

On Black:
boots: Report
socks: unknown
shorts: Levis
belt: Free People
tee: Free People
vest: vintage
jewelry: vintage and Portland Leather Company
hat: random from the military surplus store

On Brick:
Hat: Vintage
Scarf on hat: Gucci
Stole: Vintage
Shirt: F21
Tank: American Apparel
Scarf: Vintage
Boots: Justin