damsel de la derby

Not only do I look like I attend private school in this outfit, I look related to the family that donated enough money to erect a state-of-the-art library in the 'north wing' of campus. I spent all of my graduation money betting on horses. I forced my housekeeper to take these photos of me.



Chanel pearl pendant, Chanel earrings and pearl necklace, Ralph Lauren sweater, vintage skirt, Nina Gonzalez croc bag, Gucci pumps

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

manifest destiny

Feeling nervous about blogging today because I appreciate the possibility that no one will understand why I'm doing this. But to be fair nobody could understand unless they constituted and conformed to their own meaning. From my perspective, the back and forth motion between this life (a digital routine replete with photoshoots and self-promotion) and being elsewhere (whatever happens in the time between phases of regular activity) is completely chaotic and informed by chance. So there's no theme, no inspirational narrative underpinning my frequent departures and returns to this platform. It's just possible, and that's why I do it. Because I can, because I don't not. I clearly want people to believe there's a reason for all of this, and fortunately I'm sure they do. Most people 'believe' more than they accept meaninglessness... because production is easier than deference to information that cannot be justified. So I don't have to do much work. Anyone reading this will impose onto it their own hypothesis 'why', on behalf of me and in service of themselves. And that's... fine. A fabricated reason is less embarrassing than full disclosure that I am powerless and illogical and unlikely to ever stay in one place. 

Don't feel obliged to stay in one place either. I'm sure today's sponsor would love if you navigated to their page after this one -- wholesale retailer Nastydress endowed me with this chiffon top among a handful of other cute pieces! I'll debut those looks later this week; for now you can peep a preview in the new arrivals section or clothing and lingerie departments.



Feather print chiffon top c/o Nastydress

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

caliguluxe

Posh geometry, ancient luxury, Grecian excess, Italian glamour... I'm back bitch!!!!!!!!!!! Been waiting since the fall of Rome to debut this Vertigo Paris blazer my mom scored while voyaging for vintage. So... besides Caesar's Palace, where have I been for the past month?? I'm not really sure either. But like the Greeks, I've left behind a lengthy written record of my indulgent exploits. I recently traveled to Newport Beach on a complete and utter whim, and before that spent my birthday weekend in San Francisco. I flirted with the Las Vegas 'party scene' for several weeks, but like most great moments in history, that too was just a conquest. For a minute I was even rich! I purchased many satin gowns, colonial undergarments, Pepsi max and a portable notebook 'for my opinions.' My little empire thrived. My little empire fell. Now I find myself alone in history... wealthy with experience, impoverished in resource. A carnal Collosseum, crumbling, atrophied, all the while resilient in my charming torpor. Not photographed: the unforgiving violence of time.



Forever 21 hat, Chanel earrings + bangle, Vertigo Paris blazer, OASAP geometric print skirt, vintage Chanel chain belt, Burberry bag, Missguided heels

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

ruby wednesday

Hyperindustrial city livin' sure has made me a fan of garden motifs. Not because the Bellagio observatory renewed in me the sense of botanical wonder that slowly faded as I inched farther and farther from my New England homebase, but because in principle one always wants what they can't have. And I can't have plants. Okay, the occasional cactus and evening primrose on the rare chance that I'm driving through the desert. But besides that it's just artificially planted palm trees and potted shrub shit lining hotel walkways. So I compensate with flower-shaped Valentino purses, bejeweled Lanvin necklaces and vintage brooches in shades of jade and ruby. Paired with Ralph Lauren Rugby plaid, a floral halter and Armani blazer, I appear on the carefully pruned terrace a scholar of botany... vesting faith in the existence of chloroplasts and vascular stem tissues. Just philosophical axioms to me, a stranger to nature in this barren parking garage we call an entertainment capital. 

Kidding -- put everything I said except "Valentino," "Lanvin," "Armani" and "Ralph Lauren" under erasure. GOTTA GO.



Lanvin necklace, Plein Sud halter top, Armani blazer, Ralph Lauren skirt and heels, Valentino bag

Sous rature, 

Bebe Zeva

sequestrian

I was never on any sports leagues growing up and usually sat out of group activities in gym class, preferring to take a zero than one for the team. But for that I consider myself an athlete. See, I'm an olympian loner. I train all year for tournaments that no one knows exist because they don't. And I always come in first place. Isolation, solitude, withdrawal, social indifference... they're not games so much as they are tests of strength. They measure all the same qualities a traditional sport would: willpower, determination, passion, and for all intents and purposes cooperation - because who's to say the Self is one agent and not many working for and against each other at the same time? I don't need teammates to prove that I can make compromises or set up a winning play. For that I have states of mind; sovereign and nebulous, simultaneous and independent. In most cases I don't even play for the same team during the same competition... I play for both, all three, every and none at all. No hoops or hurdles necessary, no bridles, no bats, no balls. Only a court -- the one I inevitably take with me, that inevitably takes me with it. I don't really have a choice when it comes to participation. My only goal is to come out a champion -- by not ever coming out at all.



Forever 21 hat, Etro scarf, Sugarlips blouse, equestrian riding pants, Gucci pumps, Lanvin purse

Everything is infinite,

Bebe Zeva