Worked my Glamour Kills Raglan tee into a 'beach grunge' look a couple weeks ago. The weather's warmed up - A LOT - so I can finally pretend that I live near an ocean and dress accordingly. "Do you wanna skate... or swim?" my outfit asks. "Neither," I reply, "I'd rather pull ten bags of highly-processed snacks covered in flamin hot cheeto powder out of my backpack and eat them while watching other people do those things." Being 18 is the worst because it makes you want to reclaim the glory of your teenage years by hanging out in skate parks and having water gun fights on suburban playgrounds. But maybe there's more novelty associated with doing those things as a 'legal adult.' Because it means you haven't lost your spark... and then maybe the rest of adulthood won't be so bad. Sorry, dressing up as a teenager living the Venice Beach American DREAM makes me think about the fact that I'm not a teen anymore ALL THE TIME. The internet is such a teen-centric place. Seeming younger than you really are is the new seeming older than you really are. No one wants to be sophisticated anymore. Me included!



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Fuschia headwrap - Vintage, judging by how long it's been in my closet
Jean jacket - Levis, Mustang Xchange
My denim is on acid. Wash. HAHAH! GET IT!! I'm slapping my knee soooo hard right now. Native Heart knows what's up with their DIY studded denim pieces. They're practically art. Would NOT surprise me if someone had a pair of these framed in their living room. But it'd be kiiiind of a waste of a REALLY extremely perfect pair of shorts. Excited to pair them with my leopard print Hellbounds this Spring. Whew - the ideas are rollin' in! I don't think you guys are ready. ARE you ready? Please provide a detailed analysis of your readiness in the comment forum below.
Everything is infinite,
Bebe Zeva