26 April 2015
Today feels like a good day to take a step back and look at the journey I've (we've!) experienced over the last year. It was about year ago that I began actively blogging. With Xanga and Tumblr days behind me, I approached this idea of managing a blog in a new way. Instead of personal diatribes, I sought to offer useful content, to create a portfolio of sorts that might foster a more creative future. Blogging has propelled an intrapersonal exploration of growth and adaptation, and I'm anxiously awaiting all of the new adventures to come. There is so much more to life than what you know.
17 April 2015
Confession: I have a serious eyewear fetish, always have. I had this iconic pair of way-too-big-for-my-little-face yellow-framed wayfarers as a kid, probably a hand-me-down from my brother. I had a pair of battery-operated light up "night vision" glasses. I went through an I-only-wear-grandpa-frames-from-thrift-stores phase. And I have a pretty sizable collection of heart-shaped sunnies. So when Claire*s asked me to review their extensive line of lunettes de soleil — it's needless to say — I was stoked.
16 April 2015
This was my second year shooting for Vestal Village (see last year's photos here), the invite-only Coachella pre-party at an undisclosed estate way way out in the desert. We caught Dallas & Doll crooning on Sunday and left with some rad custom painted records from LA's Scratch DJ school after downing a couple drinks from the hosted Jack Daniels bar.
15 April 2015
The #SaboSprings party Sunday was the ultimate in who's-who and who's-wearing-who Coachella pre-parties. The Aussie fashion label took over the dFm house at the Frederick Loewe estate in Palm Springs and threw a fête worthy of the covetable @SaboSkirt insta feed. Above, Sabo Skirt founders and sisters Thessy and Yiota (wearing Sabo Skirt), chat with Honor Hamilton of Creative Assembly (wearing NastyGal) and Mix 100.5 personality Brian "Stage" Garris.
14 April 2015
The desert was drenched in pool parties this weekend, as Coachella Fest's weekend one overtook the valley. We gave in, sans festival wristbands, and hopped from Palm Springs estates to kitschy, pinnable hotels. (All the hipsters are doing it.) Side note: As a local and longtime service industry employee, it's fun to hear the hotel staff bitch about the bloggers "and all of their photo shoots" after everybody leaves. (Yeah, I was one of those people this weekend.)