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 Café—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!!!!!