Posts tagged grill
Would you rock a GOLD TOOF necklace?
Yeah… yeah, I would. I’m a total sucker for the quirky ghetto-inspired chic. You know, the kind of stuff that mocks gangsta-culture while simultaneously pseudo-implying that you’re down with the hood like that?
It’s hip without being hard. Winking. Cute. Perfect for white girls who lack a sense of identity. This is why Urban Outfitters makes soooo muccccchh monnnayyyyy.
Ironically, this piece comes from Etsy – the very place that UO
steals sources their design inspiration from!
I like that sweater, too. And the finger tattoo. And the RING. WHAT THAT IS? WHERE I CAN GIT THAT???
Another Etsy gem that’s already been sold:
Always a finder, never a buyer *sigh*
HERE though, is a little French coat I’ve been wearing lately. I got it last year in a tiny vintage basement shop but wasn’t able to bust it out much before the weather stopped being iciclicious.
Minty phresh. So sleepy, I was. I look. I’m not Yoda. Why talking like this I am?
I… I don’t know. That’s a picture I ripped from an old post.
Just a few more tidbits before I flee for the night, kay?
This is a photograph that Casie snapped outside of the Drake last night:
I got my nails done there (minty phresh, again!) but that didn’t last long…
DON’T ASK ME TO SIT STILL FOR FIVE MINUTES, GAH! Are you kidding me? That’s not going to happen!
I shouldn’t even post that picture eh? My cuticles are toe’up. Judge on, pretty handed women, judge on! *cries*
I bounced over to the Thompson Hotel for some rooftop action post-Drake. It’s just so dang nice up there. Schwanky. A little too schwanky for my tastes at night, but whatever.
It’s fun to pretend I’m a rich person — even if I stick out like a sore, spaz dancing, actually smiling sometimes thumb among the cool kids.
We went to Bloke & 4th for Taylor’s birthday after that, but my phone died and I didn’t really feel like taking photos anyway. Sometimes, a girl just wants to dance, ya know?
I kid you not, I actually Charlestonned last night to some house music at the Thompson. Sean was mortified. I was laughing my head off.