Amanda and Mattie, always on their style game.
OC Ace was selling some donated goods from designers for $10, I scored a silk-lined jacket that looks like a carpet, which elicited a thumbs-up from Humberto Leon himself. I DIED.
Worship at the wall of Proezna.
I wore OC x Rodarte blouse, OC skirt, Dries shoes, Mandy Coon bag, and Pamala Love necklace; this is a really easy outfit that packs a visual punch, but really took me 4 seconds to throw together. I find that if all of my clothes have the same brooding mood and are generally within the same muted color scheme, I can whip an outfit while expending little energy. Lydia took these photos.
Not over this skirt...
...or this necklace...
...or my beloved Rodarte spiderweb sweater, which is literally the one piece in my wardrobe that kind of personifies my entire style.
THENNNN...babygurl Dana +1'd me to Opening Ceremony's 10 Year Anniversary party, which I remember some of! It is no hyperbole to say that it was absolutely THE most insane party I have ever been to (can you tell I don't get out much?), with so much free alcohol and so much good music and ~FAMOUS PEOPLE~ and confetti and photobooths and lord knows what else. It was a production. At some point, Preetma, Dana and I thrashed wildly to a mini-version of Smiths Night at Sway, brought to life at Webster Hall for OC, and around "Bigmouth Strikes Again" my memory starts to get a little hazy! Luckily there are photos of the return to my hotel room after the party, or that night would be lost forever...
The only photo of my outfit! Risto dress which I ruined that night (WORTH IT), Nasir Mazhar headpiece, and gold streamers that clung to me like a boa. This giant streamer ended up coming home with me and is now part of my room. It would have been hilarious to be the TSA agent who scanned my checked luggage with this thing inside.
OC party was a really good excuse to wear a ridiculous headpiece.