here's i am trying to avoid being filmed...at the most bitchinest booth ever. SexSavages duh. wearing the worst thing ever. black denim. i felt like i was being choked. or rather, my legs did.
so i had to change into shorts. which resulted in me just looking like i forgot my pants. but at least it was a bit cooler. thank god you can see a sliver of them, there's proof. i ended up getting sandwiched between two canopies, resulting in no shade or cover from the blazing heat whatsoever. my brother and i had to stand in the alley nearby just to stay sane. i now have a lovely watch tan and red bib on my neck/chest.
two words. Colossal. Burger.
summer is nice.
say no to Sierra Mist.
went to LACMA today with the bro. there was this amazing installation thing outside. like a carnival house-of-fun, except made with various plastic household items. things like this make me forget my age.
wearing bleached denim shirt, Corpus tank, Zara trousers, Gareth Pugh two-tone wedges, Wang Rico bag, Mosley Tribes sunglasses
ended with a trip to the korean market for dinner supplies.
these deserve a hall of fame all on their own. i still haven't recovered from initially seeing these on the runway and dreaming every night of how to possibly craft my own? but man, to be able to just own it. and coddle it. and snuggle it. oh and flaunt it.
also currently stoked on...
hey uh...um...so...dude uh yeah...could you maybe spot me?
uh like twenty? oh, i mean uh twenty grand. yeah, that should be good.
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