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Standing with Planned Parenthood and anyone affected by the 2016 election

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Like a lot of people, I was rocked to my core by the outcome of the recent election. A couple of weeks on, I still don't feel normal. But that is ok, I don't want to let go of that. Because if this ever does feel  normal,  I would've become desensitized to this situation. I would've accepted the madness and stopped caring about what actually makes sense to me in this world. And because of that, I never want to forget that November 9th feeling. However, I did have to come to terms with the reality that the world did not stop turning that night. And despite the exhaustion, the desire to ignore the news, hibernate for a few years and blank out the world, realize that now is the time we actually have to find the energy, from somewhere, and get to  work . Part of my getting to work process entails  a few things . One of which was having these pins made. All sales profits will go to Planned Parenthood, an indispensable, absolutely vital and under threat service i

The Hollywood Hills Hotel, Los Angeles

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Join me for a cup of coffee and a story... I used to hate Los Angeles. The first time I visited LA, 10 or so years ago, I played in a band that opened up for a couple of much bigger bands at the House of Blues on Sunset Strip. We rolled in, hungover from our show the night before without much time to acclimate before having to soundcheck and quickly play. The House of Blues has since shut down but I remember vividly it was at that show that I saw my first pair of IRL fake boobs; large, painful, curious looking and jarring to my early twenty-something self. Joel McHale was also at the show. That I was far less jarred by, and he even bought merch. On the way home from the show, starving and tipsy (again) I needed to eat. I walked down Sunset until I hit a liquor store where I bought some snacks for the room I was sharing with my bandmates, our merch seller (I'm avoiding calling her a "merch girl" purposefully) and a friend of a friend who came to the show. Th

A devastated citizen of planet earth

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I have been up much of the night, sick to my stomach. Part awful pizza that was stress scoffed down for dinner, part the gut wrenching reality that Donald Trump has been elected as POTUS. I am British, months on I have still not really processed Brexit and what that taught me about how my home country has changed in the last 10 years that I've lived in the US. I am shocked and disturbed that I'm experiencing this same, stomach knotting disappointment at society twice within just a few months.  I'm appalled, beyond appalled, that racism, xenophobia, sexism, misogyny, homophobia and a suffocating rejection of inclusion has become the norm for the world in which we live. I am at an impasse that America watched along at the toxic, mentally and emotionally ravaging last 18 months of this presidential campaign and that much of the voting US, the place I now call home, still felt that Trump was the right candidate for this job. It is deeply worrying that those who support

NYFW vs. LFW street style

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New York this past week left me feeling kind of [insert emoji with hand questioningly on chin]. Not the shows, or more so the coverage of the shows that I devour on my commute (I only moonlight as a fashion blogger), but more so the street style on display coming to and from the shows. Being fair, there were some highlights I shouldn't ignore. Jan Michael Quammie killing it in an ensemble best described as tropical (which I have a soft spot  for) Fendi x comfort Adidas x WTH is that Loewe puzzle bag color combo?! Leandra Medine  maintaining eternal DILLIGAF style maven status in a "tiki hut roof dyed pink and purple" tiered skirt that has my heart going boom. And lastly, but not least-ly,  Chriselle Lim  in my favorite, newly discovered designer Sies Marjan. To best describe this, I've coined a new term; 70s pajama clown. And I mean that in the best possible way, this blouse is x-quis'! But these ladies aside, there was a lot of *holds hand up to

It's getting hot in here, so put on all your tropical clothes

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... Yes, that title is a bit of a stretch. And I too apologize for falling victim to the throes of summer. The road trips , the weddings  (latest wedding outfit post coming soon), the grilling, the eating and drinking, the not wanting to work out and the inevitable the lack of blogging that doing all of that and holding down a full time job brings. But, despite a small hiatus, I'm climbing back into the saddle with a bombastic, classically clashing, high-low (mostly low) ensemble for a night out on the balmy, summer kissed town. So you'll notice my head is creepily cut off in all of these photo's. Don't worry, I still actually own my head, but I was pool fresh here, make up free and a tiny bit sunburned. As my locale and my outfit are pretty full on and distracting, I thought I'd spare you the additional visual stimuli and just cut that shit out.  I don't usually match with my interiors, but when I do, I make sure it's a tropical explosio

A PNW summer photo diary

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Top to bottom: - Wild cat and a frog // Trees of Mystery, Klamath, CA - Restroom // Trees of Mystery, Klamath, CA - Shrub detail // Trees of Mystery, Klamath, CA - Faux tree and Bigfoot // Trees of Mystery, Klamath, CA - Plastic chair and flower detail // Trees of Mystery, Klamath, CA - Fencing detail // Trees of Mystery, Klamath, CA - Paul Bunyun and Babe // Trees of Mystery, Klamath, CA - Super 8 selfie // Corvallis, OR - Super 8 bathroom detail // Corvallis, OR - Seattle skyline and the Puget Sound // Queen Anne, Seattle, WA - Thrifted trinkets // Southwest Seattle, WA - Thrift store mirror detail // Southwest Seattle, WA - Shooting from the hip // Pike Place Market, Seattle, WA - Over the head shot // Pike Place Market, Seattle, WA - Lunch time rush // Downtown Seattle, WA - Lunch time rest // Downtown Seattle, WA - Mount Shasta // I5, Shasta, CA

Vintage resort wear, tropical prints and Gucci

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So it's officially summer after this past long weekend, right? That means I can now exclusively dress in resort wear and it'll be totally normal? Even just to run the most benign of errand? Of course. So, now I've granted myself this permission, you can bet your life savings that from now until Labor Day I will be wearing this to go and pick up my cocktail fixings from Safeway. And if not this exact outfit, some variation of maximum silhouetted, most definitely printed and always fabulous (or ridiculous, take your pick). On a recent trip to Florida for a wedding  I discovered this wonderful matching skirt and blouse set - in a Goodwill. I squealed like a piglet the second this print caught my attention, grabbed this outfit so quickly I may have even broken the sound barrier and prayed to the god of style that it would fit. The "top" is an oversize (my favorite silhouette) shirt dress that hits a few inches above the knee. Perfect worn on its own,

I'm a girl and I don't like Girls

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At work when the show first aired, it often came up in casual conversation.  "Did you watch Girls last night? Oh my God! Can you believe THAT happened?! And [insert character name] did that?!" I would look blankly on as the conversation became more animated, often more high pitched in tone and then state with blunt candor,  "I don't like Girls" . In doing this, I always halted the excitement and raised suspicion. As if it's my expected duty, being the owner of a vagina, to not question and to only champion the show.  Ima ge  credit .  I chose this bummed looking pic of Hannah, but I'm sure she actually wouldn't give a shit about this POV.                                                                                         I decided after watching a couple of episodes, in a fairly casual way, that I didn't like the show and my TV watching time would go to shows I preferred. I would openly share that positioning during those af

Double denim + vintage

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Double denim; it gets a lot of stick. But it is a staple in my off duty wardrobe. Hell, it even sneaks into my M-F wardrobe on a Thursday or Friday with the right pair of professionalizing shoes or top. But we're not here to talk dressing up, we're here to talk #darlingweekend style. The days of the week where you can wear whatever you damn please, without the man putting perimeters around your look! I prefer to call double denim a  timeless style duo  or a  blank fashion canvas with near endless customizing options!  I'm not sure what other fabric combination would allow me to wear these shoes and allow them the attention they deserve. Perhaps a dark colored chunky knit in cooler weather would work, but for spring my old and much loved Levi's denim jacket accompanying my cropped bootcut  jeans just felt right . Under my jacket I layered a vintage tank, representing my beloved Miami . I wanted to keep everything fairly simple so my shoes could steal the