For the purposes of this post we're going to go ahead and abandon all reason and practicality. 'Kay?
Glad we're clear on that. So now let's please take a look at my fall wishlist.
For the purposes of this post we're going to go ahead and abandon all reason and practicality. 'Kay?
Glad we're clear on that. So now let's please take a look at my fall wishlist.
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Favorite way to wear these coil rings: two per finger, as shown above (just order one ring a size smaller than your regular ring size so it'll fit above the knuckle).
Tidiness is taking over the world. This is equal parts terrifying and thrilling. (Marie Kondo and the Ruthless War On Stuff, via NY Times.)
Reformation Crop Top (part of a 2-piece set) | Skirt | Slides
I am a terrible, horrible dog owner these days. Or it might be more accurate to say "these years." If you're a dog parent who turned into a parent-parent (like of human beings) you might be able to relate: for years they were the center of your universe. You made them special meals, carried them with you everywhere, went on special trips just for them...and now you're already half an hour late for your appointment, and the baby is crying and just threw up on her dress so now you have to find another item of clothing in the house that you can at least pretend is clean, and your arm is falling off from lugging a diaper bag filled with cement bricks, and WHERE IS THE DAMN DOG FOOD.
Let's just say tuna cubes are a thing of the past.
West Village | NYC
Two-Piece Jumpsuit | Bag c/o | Sneakers
I had no idea what to bring with me for this trip. The weather was maybe going to be lovely and hot, or maybe cold and rainy (it has, in fact, been both). I was planning to spend most of my time sitting cross-legged on Erin's couch squinting at computer screens and talking about exciting things like page margins, but also had a couple of client meetings for which I'd need to wear something more closely resembling actual clothing than my ugliest pair of leggings (which are obviously my favorites). And then there's this: in two days, after I finish up everything I have to do here, I'm flying back across the country with Goldie, spending about eight hours at home with Kendrick and Indy, and then going straight back to the airport to get on a flight to St. Louis. I'll explain why later, but the logistics and emotions involved in that rapid of a turnaround - mostly the fact that I've never spent two whole weeks away from my son, and my heart hurts when I even think about it - are obviously stressing me out.
This is the Hotel Lautner, in Desert Hot Springs, California: a tiny little place conceived of by iconic architect John Lautner and tucked away in the sleepiest desert town ever. It's all midcentury furniture and cowhide rugs and glamour and makes absolutely no sense sitting at the end of the dusty road where you find it, but that's part of what makes it so spectacular.
Francesca, Brie and I spent a good amount of our girls' weekend at the hotel: we were scouting nearby locations for an upcoming shoot I'm doing for Francesca, and I took a few test shots of her in the surrounding desert (hence the makeup and hair situation going on here). All this, of course, in between dips in the plunge pool and glasses of wine on the balcony and hikes and cactus shopping. (Like I said, "working weekend" is a slight exaggeration.)
It was good. This whole weekend has been good. I have so much more to show you, but for now: this.