Bruno Pieters x Weekday shirt // UNIF shorts // no name leggings // Yohji Yamamoto x Dr Martens boots

My weekend in San Francisco went something like this: a pleasant 6 hour drive up / picking up keys to friends' empty house / arriving in the hood of Oakland / out and about in Berkeley / sleeping to the sound of rapid gunfire / lunch in Bolinas / requisite Blue Bottle coffee in Hayes / circling Alamo Square for 45 min (maybe 50) looking for parking / dinner at Nopa / waking to police cars in front of the house / subsequently packing our shit up at lightning speed (no time for folding) / embarking on a ten hour drive back home / confused puppy peeing on bed / delirium and not quite REM.

All in all a memorable time with nine adults, four kids, and three dogs.


Zara coat and cashmere shirt // vintage leather pants // UNIF shoes // Givenchy bag // Versace sunglasses

I can see how people get addicted to betting on races. Keeneland was so much fun. I imagine Christmas would be really beautiful in Kentucky. Or anywhere else besides California for that matter. Surfing Santas just don't cut it.