BRAIN OVER BRONZE

Months ago, I wore this outfit to a spontaneous dinner outing with my bestie Spencer (who later moved to Los Angeles... sad stuff). It was an incredible night. I remember having been trapped at home for two weeks, recovering from surgery and desperate to re-enter the scene, when one night on Facebook chat, Spencer asked if I was up for Noodle Asia. Rhetorical question! The answer is always DUH. I headed over to the Venetian pronto, where amid hordes of tourists, Spencer appeared wearing an outfit almost identical to mine in color scheme. We were decked out in our bronze, brass, and black best. For him, a gorgeous metallic button-up matched with a golden Chanel chain over a vintage tie. For me, a lace bronze dress with gold chains seeping from the collar. Perfect evening ensembles, but little did we know that we'd be wearing them till 9 AM the next morning, when we eventually parted ways. That's how me and Spencer have always rolled... long, drawn out dinners followed by hours of idle chatter at Caesar's Palace while watching the distant sun rise from the haze of the Sierra Nevada.

FROM TOP TO BOTTOM:

Bowler hat - ROMWE

Metallic sunglasses - 80s Purple

Bronze dress - ROMWE

Boots - Zigi, Karmaloop

April and May were two of the best months of my life, and I am anxious to recapture the thrills that met me then. It's so important to have a healthy social and physical routine -- I was in my best shape when I exercised every day of the week and made a conscious effort to surround myself with people who made me laugh and think. I find that it's also therapeutic to let yourself be alone. There's no guilt in not seeing and being seen all the time! I used to believe that living in Vegas meant I was missing out on so much that was going on in Los Angeles. But now I realize that living in Vegas, where there isn't a competitive club kid scene and glamorous entertainment industry, is actually a privilege. I have the advantage of respite between fast-paced weekends of partying in Hollywood. When the going gets tough, I get to go home. Sleep in my warm bed, away from the social hierarchies and gossip. There's something so serene about a city without a scene. Visitors come and go from all around the world, implanting their own stories into the hollow architecture. There's no local rules or cultures or lifestyles. There's only a grid of streets and places, an infrastructure, a glittering playground where anybody can build their tale. And me? I, too, get to invent my own meaning, but from the comfort of my bedroom. Just a light in a building that sparkles in the horizon.

Everything is infinite,

Bebe Zeva