HEARTS ON FIRE

I oughta have a halo above my head and wings out the back since this shirt is so holy. Ha ha! Slappin' my knee so hard it might bruise. No, I'm not wearing a bra with this look which, yes, means I'm running the risk of exposing my lady parts to passersby. A little side boob doesn't freak me out. In fact, neither does full frontal. Exhibitionism is not a character flaw, it's a tenant of strength, self-confidence, and awareness. The apple of knowledge or whatever you people call it can SHOVE IT because I'm not embarrassed. Workin' my shit. Rockin' my thang. #BASED

FROM TOP TO BOTTOM:

Floppy hat - Nixon, Karmaloop

Sunnies - ROMWE

Holy heart top - NATIVE HEART

Shorts - Levi's

Boots - Zigi, Karmaloop
Bag - Rebecca Minkoff

What do I call this theme of denim and floppy hats? Western? California coast chic? It seems like such a common style that it doesn't need a name. Just something fun to wear while you're, I don't know, posing next to a cactus for a roadside disposable camera pic. Always immortalize your road trips with film. General rule. Reminds me of an interview I did with Dark Vice in which I cited the following as style inspirations: Faded photos of friends getting drunk in the desert, someone I don’t know’s Road Trip 2009 facebook album, headshots in high school yearbooks from 1999, youtube videos of parties recorded on fuzzy camera phones, flash photos of a backyard in Hollywood Hills at night time, candid picture of two people snorting cocaine in a posh nightclub, a girl sitting on the curb at sunset, eating a cheeseburger with her sunglasses on.

All that shit translates to this outfit. Peace.

Everything is infinite,


Bebe Zeva