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...)