Definitely had to name this outfit after two things: 1) the company that crafted this flouncy black dress, LOVE and 2) one of my favorite songs by Keep Shelly in Athens. What I love about this song and this outfit is that they both make me feel the same way... intoxicated by the West Coast, squinting in the intense glare of a 5 o'clock sunset while riding in a convertible, fur and chains and hair blowing all over the place. I have the most ineffable infatuation with Los Angeles, a sycophantic obsession that I'm sure no one who lives there will ever experience. I think you have to be from out of town to understand it. And as is true with any love, the passion that ensues can be so mentally and emotionally and even physically consuming that it destroys you. Until you remember the way it smells in the summer heat or how perfectly it illuminates the Big Dipper at midnight and then you're drunk again, in love with it, inspired to survive. Only Los Angeles does that to me.
FROM TOP TO BOTTOM:
Hat - Zara, with Chanel chain detail
Lipstick - COSMOPOP from LIME CRIME
Faux fur vest - CHICWISH
Gold platelet necklace - Oscar De La Renta
Dress - IN LOVE WITH FASHION
Shoes - UNIF HELLBOUNDS, Solestruck
I wore this outfit a few weekends ago (a lot of weekends ago) when I actually decided to leave the house and do fun "normal people" things, like hanging out at Margaritaville while asking ChaCha to send Chuck Norris jokes to my cell phone. Binge eating rainbow licorice and trying to understand the "science" of drum n' bass while sitting in the shadows of facade opulence also included. Some people CAN handle Vegas. Maybe my tolerance has something to do with the fact that I can see the entire South end of the Strip from my dining room window and bedroom balcony. Whew -- so much city talk today! Starting to think that lights and buildings might be all that ever matter to me. How sad and wonderful.
Everything is infinite,