DENIM ON ACID

Denim and I have a close relationship, kind of like a mom and her child. We’re really open with one another. Some people complain that I’m a bad parent to my fabric spawn; though I so evidently love and nurture him, I’m too forgiving of his reckless experimentation with drugs. I get it, I do, but what’s so wrong with me being a cool mom? Denim’s classmates are concerned that I’m not disciplining his copious use of hallucinogens. And I get that, too. Denim trips responsibly, but he exercises no self-control in how often he does. I mean, it goes without saying that he’s ALWAYS on acid. Just look at him. So wrought with indescribable hypersensory experiences that he’s speckled and pale. But I’m proud of him. Proud of his synesthesia, his unconventional, permafried appearance, his Saganesque tendencies. My kid’s a rebel.

FROM TOP TO BOTTOM:

Wayfarers – Secondhand

Lipstick – “Centrifuchsia” by Lime Crime

Jean jacket – Hydraulic

Acid wash blouse – YES STYLE

Acid wash shorts – Volcom, LULU*S

Creepers – Classified

After a recent trip to LA, I lost my favorite multi-strand gold necklace. Until I can replace it, I’m relying almost entirely on this detachable Chanel purse strap for some chic, touch-of-Midas glitz. It functions as a long, single strand necklace, or looped twice around the neck at a shorter length. As much as I love the way I wore it with this blouse, nothing compares to how great it looks as a choker. You may have also noticed that I sometimes whip it around my wide-brim Zara hat for a little gilded flair around the hair! Oops, really sorry about that one. As soon as you’re done gagging over the cheese oozing from the crevices of that rhyme, we can talk ways to reinvent your vintage belt collection.

Everything is infinite,

Bebe Zeva