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





















