This
dress did not really cost one million dollars, but it sure makes me
feel like a million dollars. Actually, considering that expression was
probably coined in like 1908,
when you factor in for inflation, let's settle on a nice round figure of
one billion. This dress makes me feel like one billion dollars. (WTF. I
hate when you think you have this really original, funny idea and then
you realize it's actually from Austin Powers...happens to me all the
time.)
So Jasmine was already halfway back to her house two seconds after she snapped this pic, but like, this outfit REALLY doesn't lend itself to running away from killer mountain lions, ya know? (I mean, thank GOD I was wearing platforms!) So I sort of tinkered down the hill as fast as I could...but I actually almost died. That brush with really messed with our mojo so we ended out photo shoot and went to Pick Up Stix. The end. Vintage maxi dress. F21 floppy hat. American Eagle platforms.
I wore this floral print mini dress out for a night of drinks, dancing, and general debauchery on Main Street in Huntington Beach this past Saturday night. We went to Killarney's and danced and danced and danced. Then we had a photoshoot with a drunk guy passed out on a bench. That's just how you do it in HB.
I got this dress at Wet Seal like, 4 years ago. No, seriously. I love the bow detailing on the back. It was cold, so the black fur was necessary for survival. The black hat was necessary to keep me from, then, looking like a hooker. The combo of black tights and black boots makes your legs look a million miles long...try it. I dare you.
Vintage hat. Wet Seal dress. Worthington booties from my Grandma's closet. 
This outfit makes me feel like I should be cast as a female spy in a Jean-Luc Godard film circa 1964...or something. And since that's not really feasible per se, I opted to wander aimlessly around the Ladjevardi Mansion and make Jasmine take some artsy fartsy photos of me. (Typical, really.) And I spoke in a French accent...the whole time. Now don't get me wrong, I've never actually seen a Godard film. (Sorry I'm not sorry.) However, based on pop culture references I really feel confident that this was the look he was going for. And if I'm wrong, well then at least I still look fierce.
PS- Let's talk about the lipstick. This Nikki Minaj for MAC is the new Russian Red. So insanely bright pink..."man repelling" at it's finest ;)
F21 beret. F21 scarf. Ray Ban Glasses. Vintage sweater. Vintage velvet skirt. INC shoes. (Sorry I'm not Mrs. MoneyBags and I have to repeat shoes all the damn time. I'm a Real Style Stalker...on a budget. NOT a Real Housewife.) 
We are in full on Spring mode here in Orange County. (Except for the freak rainstorm today. Ew.) So, naturally, I busted out my springiest of Spring wear. This skirt is actually supposed to be a top...the arm holes are actually providing that extra flounce and asymmetrical draping on the side there. But honestly, this top is ugly, and it's just so beautiful as a skirt!
I am having an angora moment as of late. (WTF, who says that?) But seriously, over the past three months I have picked up so many angora sweaters at thrift shops. It's such a fun and luxurious texture to experiment with; very dainty and ladylike. I stole borrowed this Betsey Johnson necklace from my girlfriend Jasmine, like, 3 years ago. I think she kinda forgot that she owned it and now she thinks it's mine. Which makes me really happy because the outfit would be totally boring without it.
This ensemble made me feel like I should magically teleport off to vacation in the French Riviera or something like that, but instead I somehow ended up out to lunch with Jasmine. (I didn't bring up the necklace. Neither did she.) Teleportation can be so tricky...
F21 sunnies. Betsey Johnson necklace (Lova ya, Jazzy!), thrifted angora sweater. Thrifted skirt/shirt. Inc. shoes. 
This is a montage of what I would be wearing to Coachella 2012...if I had bought tickets. And also, apparently, if I had won the lottery. (Seriously, I don't know where my expensive taste came from.) I realize that these looks may not be the most practical looks for the festival in the desert, but Coachella itself is still just a fantasy in my head. And in my head, I wear Roberto Cavalli and Dolce and Gabbana to Coachella ;)
New Era Snapback Baseball Cap, Roberto Cavalli top, Chiara Fashion Leopard shorts, ACNE Boots, Lanvin floppy hat, Dolce and Gabbana bustier, Band of Outsider Tweed shorts, Unerground Cybershop Creepers, Karen Walker pink sunglasses, Missoni crochet turban, Plein Sud Jeanius Bluse ruffled blouse, Prabal Gurung shorts Opening Ceremony Coachella boots, Maison Michel Andre red hat, Tom Ford sunglases, Wildfox tee, Carven Mountain shorts, White Converse.
