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Thursday, December 19, 2013

Diamond in the Fluff


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Top: Fine Line, Trousers: Nasty Gal, Booties: Jeffrey Campbell, Coat: Marc by Marc Jacobs, Glasses: Nasty Gal

Hay hay, y’all!  Woke up this morning in my hometown of Austin, Texas.  I flew in last night and bee-lined for Magnolia CafĂ©—their gingerbread pancakes are to DIE for…. not that I can eat pancakes...  but I can eat hippie-inspired tex-mex! That’s what’s up.  Actually, that’s sort of generally what’s up in my beloved birthplace: a metaphorical amalgamation of salsa, barbecue, and kale.  Et Voilá: Austin.


Things on my to-do list while I’m here:
-Tarot reading from the lady with the enormous crystals and dream catchers in her mobile home.
-Guero’s. Because their chili con queso is on point (understatement) and their homemade corn tortillas are straight up ridiculous.
-Two-stepping at the Broken Spoke—NOT TO BE CONFUSED WITH LINE DANCING. What do you think this is, Nashville?  Leave that Top 40 country nonsense to those other southern states.  I’ll take Asleep at the Wheel on a Thursday night with a room full of cowboys asking me to dance and calling me Sugar, thank you very much. 

Then it’s off to my Grandma and Grandpa’s for a four-day marathon of cattle pastures, wild horses, Grandma’s tortillas, Uncle Michael talking earnestly about pushing a cow’s vagina back in after she birthed a calf (true story), and Telemundo till the break uh dawn.  And football. Lots of football. In other words: the good life. 

Does it beat a life of bling pants and fancy fluffy wearables? Warm afternoons on an LA rooftop overlooking Pershing Square? Luckily for me, I don’t have to choose.  Diamonds in the fluff on a Monday, honky tonks and brisket on a Thursday.

Thank you thank you to my dear beloved Alex Baldwin for crawling through a construction zone with me to snap these shots, and to the lovely Lindsey Becker for coming along to offer moral support.  Yous are the best!

Merry Christmas everyone!!!!!

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Short Tempered


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Furry Shorts: LA Vintage Fair, Lace Top: Thrifted, Jacket: Vintage Levi's, Shoes: Steve Madden via Nasty Gal, Bag: Nasty Gal, Hat: Brixton 

 Good God, it only took me THREE MONTHS to post. Sorry dudes. I had a lot going on. Mostly working till all hours, wearing scandalous shit in Brazil, and experiencing time-stopping euphoria as Kevin Parker reached out, wrapped his arm around me, and smiled into my camera. Am I kidding? Hell no I'm not kidding. There are some sacred topics of which we do not jest. Speaking of jest, he also made an adorable joke about not being a very good photographer. Self-deprecation + awkwardly-timed humor + anything that Kevin Parker says at all... swoon.

 Anyway, next time you want to wear next-to-nothing in public, get yourself an Adriana Fernandez bathing suit and get yourself to Rio. Perplexingly, topless sunbathing is frowned upon (/illegal) down there (weird, right?), so in the interest of maintaining the integrity of your inner Miley Cyrus by getting as naked as possible without going to jail (is she in jail yet?), you'd do well to consult Adriana. You can see what I mean on my Instagram: remeez.

When I wasn't impersonating highly problematic child celebrities in Brazil (totally kidding... mostly totally kidding), I was busy nursing a healthy addiction to this song.  Serious vacation soundtrack. Goddamn how good it is.


Huge thank you to the ever lovely, ever sassy Alex Baldwin for snapping these shots between bites of veggie burger and pencil fries.  Only a true down ass bitch would abandon take away Cabbage Patch for her girl.  <3 (<--that's supposed to be a heart... sigh...)


Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Dog Days


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Top: Vintage clothing swap gem
Shorts: Old truncated jeans
Hat: Nasty Gal
Necklace: Crossroads
Bracelet: Vintage hand-me-down gift from my good friends John and Kayla
Shoes: Steve Madden via Nasty Gal
Bag: 2nd hand from Sola Lucy (for all you North Bay-ers)

Honestly, how cute is this dog??  This is basically the cutest dog in Los Feliz, possibly in Los Angeles county. He kept dropping his little toy on the ground so we'd have to (have to, obviously), go back over and pick it up for him. This went on for a good five minutes, but he made it worth our while:  in return he made sure to warn us via pout-inspired growl-nips of any (rude) strange-os threatening to interrupt our photo shoot.  Talk about a quality guard dog.

Anyway, in non-dog news, the dog days of 2013 in LA are turning out to be a TOTAL SHAM. That's right, I said it.  High of 73 mid-August??  I want my money back, plus a consolation prize... like a boat or something... a zoo pass, or whatever.  With so much ire toward the weather, ie the general atmosphere by which one is constantly, enduringly, ceaselessly surrounded, I'm not sure how this shoot turned out looking so romantic. Probably because nothing inspires romance like deep, passionate longing, and I am deeply and passionately longing for a real summer that doesn't involve my car heater AT ALL.

I will say, however, that I did manage to spend an entire day alternating between a swimming pool and really bad (aka really good) reality TV with two of my best friends. Yes. Twelve consecutive hours split between the pool and the couch; that's what summer was created for... Bridezilla and Honey Boo Boo.  Just thinking about it's got me feeling more romantic already (it's funny cause it's true).

Special thank you to my lovely roommate Lily Hall for these shots!!  She just won best actress at the San Diego AND LA film festivals.  I'm adding her name here for future celebrity cred when she gets famous and takes over Hollywood. I knew her when...

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Tiger's Nest


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Head to toe: The Library.  Vintage dress by Laise Adzer, Marc Jacobs coat, boots by Moma, leather artisan bag that Shaye got in Mexico, random jewelry (I wish I knew the story on the horn pendant). The headband is a necklace that happened to fit my head.


I was just perusing the selection at The Library, looking for something that jumped out at me. First I came across the dress, and I was like, WTF?  What is this mix of 80's graphic print, Indian tunic, and water colors?  Note the flowing piece that drapes over the left shoulder: amazing. Then I found the coat-- partly because I love it-- but also because it's fucking freezing in LA, and I was walking around on hardwood floors in risk of hypothermia. When I  put the two on together, I got this idea of a warrior princess, a Himalayan Queen who sits around eating curried fish brought from the Arabian Sea by armies of male servants, staining her lips with wild berries and ox blood, and demurely ordering assassinations and coups as she snuggles between two guardian bengal tigers.  BITCH IS HARDCORE.  So that was my inspiration, and then I read the legend of the Tiger's Nest, of Paro Taktsang, and of the winged tigress from Khenpaijong, and everything fell into place.

HUGE thank you to Brad Andalman for taking these pictures in a cramped space at a late hour, and foregoing a massage in order to do it. LA is a nicer place when you're in it. Additional thank yous to Shaye La for lending her collection for me to play with, and to Lauren Green for helping me carry that crazy light down all those stairs and then all the way back up them. Yous are nice. One last show of gratitude to the Best of Bollywood album that someone kept playing on the record player all night-- Bollywood album, you are the best.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Step Sister


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Top: Vegan Pocket Tee by Lily Black via Riley & Coco. 
Jeans: Prairie Underground via Riley and Coco
Bra: Nasty Gal
Shoes: Nasty Gal
Cuffs: Lapis Lazuli and and Chrysocolla stones, gorgeous pieces from Riley & Coco.  Check it here.
Rings: Jenna's jewelry box.

End of an era! All good things come in fours, and alas, this concludes the Daily Threads x Riley & Coco collab. In keeping with my hippie nature (you laugh, but I lived in a co-op in college, complete with mushroom murals), we went out with this luxurious Supima cotton vegan pocket tee by Lily Black, the new line by Scandinavian duo Viktoria Pavelka and Jenny Araskog-Gent. Read their write up in Elle, and keep an eye out for these ladies! This Nasty Gal bra (for the dominatrix in all of us), is the same one I wore in the last post. You might think such an eye catcher wouldn't be versatile... tisk tisk. May Betty Paige swat your behind. And the jeans are the same ones I wore here, but in black. Pretty much the most comfortable high waisted jeans in creation, and LA made to boot.  Perfect for us fashion loving tree huggers who want to strut our best Elle MacPherson down the gluten-free aisle without suffering abdominal asphyxiation.  Speaking of breaking hearts and taking no prisoners, these shoes... these shoes...

So, to converge themes: Psychedelic + Up and Coming + Wrenching Heartbreak = Kevin Parker, this band, these videos, Kevin Parker not being my boyfriend, and Kevin Parker recording all these songs himself... playing every instrument himself... and writing the songs... himself... and being shy, awkward, lonely, and pained. He also plays barefoot. Try not to lose your shit:




A final thank you to Jenna and Jessica of Riley & Coco for reaching out to do this project together!  Check them out for an extremely hip curation of LA-Made design.  Sisters know what's up.


Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Heavy Accent


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Bra: Nasty Gal
Jacket: Another rad piece by Prairie Underground. Snag it off Riley & Coco.
Boots: Jeffrey Campbell via Nasty Gal
Amazing fuck necklace: I found it in Jenna's jewelry box. WTF?? How am I continuing to live without this necklace?? Right now... this minute... still don't have it... not cool...   (PS I very sneakily slipped this pendant of perfection into the last post without revealing its true greatness.  Delicate, sassy, AND versatile.  A true accent piece, if I don't say so myself.)

Speaking of accent pieces, hot damn! I know I keep telling you-- but once again, Riley & Coco, all up in yo face with some serious head turners. Made in LA, sweat shop free, super unique.  Check 'em here. This jacket is not only super comfortable, but the design is stellar. The collar(s) on it are fierce, or "full on" as my new Australian roommate would say.  I was like "What? Say that again? What does that mean?"  She also told me she loved my jumper dress today.  That one I got though-- we have a Brit in the Nasty Gal office, so it's jumper this, and jumper that.  Also hilarious-- the other day my roommate was Skyping with her friend in Australia, and I came in to show off my REALLY ORANGE zucchini from the farmer's market (it was remarkably orange), and as I was leaving I heard her friend go, "I love her accent!"  Haha! As we all know, the English language was birthed in Southern California, near the beach, way back in the day.  And then people moved around, continents shifted, there were some wars, and next thing you know there are people all over the world-- all the way in Australia!!-- walking around speaking our language all funny.  My accent?  That's a good one.

Once again, many thank yous to Jenna and Jessica!! xoxo