my baby, she wrote me a letter.

greeeeaaaat. more excuses to hanker for gorgeous stuff.

dis beeesh.

alexa makes me want to go shopping. and cut bangs again. but i swear i won't (except the shopping part).

freedom, baby.

keep feeling fascination.

i'd like to pick up some new things for fall.

also scored the apartment dreams are made of. it's all very exciting.

mama mia.

what's wrong with me?? seriously - i've never really been a 'wedge' type of broad. yet these bcbg pony hair bitches, and those acne ones. haunting my bloody dreams. especially when i'm supposed to be studying. good gravy.

um, did i mention christmas is coming up..?

hot damn.

acne just reissued these babies and i WANT THEM. bonkers - you got these at g pope, by chance? can you put them on ice 'til my return?? i think they are my soulmates.

be sure to get your hands on a copy.

hardcover relase is on august 12th! scott schuman rules. bianca and i are sure to battle our way through the line-ups at chapters for a copy - we sure as shit did for the olsens..

pc via ts.

listed: mmm.

cripes! la maison martin margiela has pretty much put together my super-fuctional dream of an ensemble here. that black clare tough sweater below is feeling their F/W 09 vibe too.

seriously, this would be such a sick sasquatch outfit.

pc fasion is poison via style.

baby wants, baby gets.

i wish - office woodoo doll wedge black leather beauties. here's to hoping.

cool cool cool.

cuter. two tone saddle shoes from opening ceremony's sp09 footwear collection. and they made desert boots tooooo!

road dreaming.

i just got back from my 5-day road trip across the better part of vancouver island. the weather, surprisingly enough, held out - so i had sunshine and mellow temperatures for the better part of my drive.

all that time alone got me to thinking about all of the concerts i want to hit up this spring/summer season.. and of the outfits i'd get to wear while galavanting about at some of the out door festivals (sasquatch - eep!).

i've been thinking of mumus and cowboy boots, chewing straw and drinking beers, and of long hair and cooking hotdogs. and of those killer pierre hardy for the gap clog sandals again. cripes.

hot shit: shoes i want.

i want these babies. hilary emailed this link, and now that i know they are on sale at g-pope, i need bianca to go check stock for a sister. um, like really soon.