Slash

(silk blazer: Vintage. tights: American Apparel. cigarettes: American Spirit)

this was the blazer that came with the matching pants in my previous post. sorry this post shows so much skin. when i went out i def. buttoned the blazer which is double breasted ! how cool ? 

i felt like a 80s rockstar in this get up here. when i look at old footage of old rockstar they look like they just grabbed something light and threw on a pair of tight bottoms and rocked out. thats kinda what i did but then i realized i was going to be going to a lot of places so i had to button this thing up, before i got charged for indecent exposure. i look a mess i look rough but thats even more why i love this outfit. i really dont give a fuck. 

Heaven Sent

(faux chanel blazer: Vintage. shirt & shorts: American Apparel.)

i love this outfit i felt like Taylor Jacobson wearing it. and TJ is my favorite, therefore its a good thing. Also, the shirt goes past my shorts when im walking so everyone thought i didn't have any pants on and i love that ! i dont know why but it thrills me when random people ask me do i have pants on. like "why would my mom let me go out the house with no pants on ?" sure i look crazy but she's not that insane. anyway, this blazer is called my fake chanel blazer because it reminds me of chanel so much. its white tweed with a black lining what makes the tweed look like it has black little holes all around it, if that doesn't scream chanel i dont know what does. the tag says something i can't read nor pronounce so it must be REALLY old. most of my vintage clothes' tags are at least readable. my mom got me this jacket when she was in Hawaii. where and how she found it, will never be known.  

JackWhite

American Apparel

Abercrombie & Fitch

T by Alexander Wang

I am in love with stripes.

el fin.

Dove's Cry

(headband: Urvab Outfitters. sunglasses: Louis Vuitton. chain, bracelet, and rings: Vintage. tshirt: OAK nyc. pants: Vintage. )

i love these pant. they came with a match silk blazer that you will see momentarily. but i love love the floral print and the feel of them. the pants remind me of the 80s because of volume and colors. i paired them with my pocket shirt from OAK because i didnt want to distant you guys seeing these awesome pants with a busy shirt. so for now you'll just see something plain.

yes i need a hair cut. i need to hurry up and think of an awesome haircut 1st. 

Schouler Boy.

(knit sweater: Vintage. short: American Apperal. backpack: EXTREME)

I'm Finally done with school ! *victory dance* now i patiently wait till my dad calls me screaming about my report card. 

on the day that i got out of school, i viewed the Proenza Schouler Resort 2011. and i fucking loved every piece of clothing they presented. so now, im a faithful proenza schouler fan. i was with them since they did those tie dye dressed for Spring/Summer 2010 which isnt that long ago. but now im faithfully their fan just like i am with Alexander WAng and Rodarte. New York Fashion is on the come-up. i used to think it was the worst fashion week. but now its becoming one of my favorite. Milan is at the bottom of the my totem pole. the only thing that i like that comes out of Milan Fashion week is Prada. Paris is my favorite. London always give me something that is so innovative and new.

yes, i have the most boring backpack ever.

Neon Gumbo

(blazer and shirt: Vintage. shorts: American Apparel. boots: Doc. Martens) 

i've been obsessed with Vanessa Trainer lately, and there was this one picture of her and i really enjoyed and admired. click here to view the picture. 

sure my shirt isn't Balenciaga and i dont have on leather jacket but i loved the colors with something black over it. i also have been liking prints lately and collecting more of them. Vanessa Traina is like the Priestess of darkness and im a very big admirer of hers because hse consults with so many brands. Givenchy, Altuzarra, and being a Chanel Ambassador along with my other love, Leigh Lezark. Vanessa isn't my muse or anything because i cannot afford Givenchy and Balenciaga. 

Like a Ghost.

(shirt: American Apparel. jeans: Cheap Monday. boots: Doc Marten.)

it cooled down here, so i got to wear jeans finally. i was running out of shorts to wear. i wore my shirt backwards so that my back would be out for whatever reason. i never get to show my back and its quite beautiful. my favorite shots have become the shoes shots. i think they have a different essence than my ugly face shots. ps, i need a haircut. like yesterday.

O.G.

(sweater: Chloe Sevigny X Opening Ceremony. shirt: Marc Jacobs. shorts: DIY/A&F. shoes: Toms.)

each item im wearing is very dear to me, i spent hard earn birthday money on my chloe sevigny sweater, my shirt was a gift i received from my dad while we were in Paris last year, my shorts are made out of a pair of Abercrombie and Fitch jeans i used to ALWAYS wear in the 8th or 9th grade, i can't remember. and my shoes were a gift my mom got for me from Neiman Marcus.

i was suppose to go out when i had this outfit on, but i found out that the Royal Tenenbaums was coming on and i couldn't miss it. due to the fact i misplaces my DVD, i can't afford to miss it when it comes on TV. therefore i sat on my couch and watched the movie look great in leopard. that ws my friday night. 

I Look Like A Hoochie

(crop tank: DIY/American Apparel. shorts: DIY/Levi's. sneaker: Nike)

FINALLY ! A SHOE SHOT ! 

hey ! crop tank top ! i love it ! do you ? i really want peoples opinion on it. because im about to wear these things all through out the summer and fall. 

STORY TIME ! 

i go to a public school that has a dress code, i wore this same tank top with black skinny jeans and didn't get in trouble at all. but i wore a regular tank top and i got in trouble. it was very ridiculous. like guys cant wear shirt that show their underarms or some shit. what kinda bullshit is that ? so the administration was going to make me put a shirt on but i called my mom and made a fuss and they let me go. thats how i run shit ! sorry for all the profanity i just drunk a red bull and im very hyper.