that's what she said.

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i've been meaning to share some top favorite new thangs with you for a hot minute, so here goes.

1. a.p.c. eyelet vintageE bikini...i saw it on bird's website right before we went to mustique+just had to get it, as it's sooo rare to find a new suit with the right 60's/70's proportions+all my vintage suits are faded+not ocean appropriate at this point. while my only new (3 yrs ago) zimmerman bikini has lost it's elasticity.

2.rag+bone boots.....seriously don't know what i wore before? they are on my feet 5 out of the 7 week days. i just aDORE them and their little rounded toe+man they are sooo comfortable and simply go with everything.

3. DVF sequin cardi (gay grandpa sweater;)...found at my favorite store, zoe, in my hometown during their major winter sale...+it seriously saved me from bitching at the cold..

4. SUPER into these super strappy coco de mer offerings+definitely splurged on some fancy underpinnings...my favorite fave harness-y bra was only 30 bucks on sale, but they don't have it on the website anymore. (you'll likely get a glimpse of it in an outfit post to come.

5. been listening to a lot of this new blonde redhead. the first song has made my 2011_2 mix (next to chris brown's young love of all things...somehow it really works!)

6. this domke foto backpack has really simplified my camera transport.

7. dear darling sarah's camera straps just continue to get better and better!! she made me this mega mr T style chanel strap for my big daddy+the foto i took at the ace in palm springs is now up on her SFK site! (oh+while you're on the internet why not become a fan of SFK on the FB yo!) we'll be collaborating on many more projects to come so stay tuned!

8. my sister gave me her old and my new 1999 volvo s70 stick shift delight just before christmas...(this one is not actually mine, i found the pic on the web..but it's the same as this, just in black, not green)...all i can say is christ almighty! it has changed my entire little brooklyn life for the better!!! so much scooting around and getting the lay of the land (which can be tricky as so much of one's nyc transport is underground.

9. (not pictured..but i will take one and insert it) is my marlow and sons blue leather sail bag. made from the cows we eat at diner. sustainable fashion at it's BEST!

a night swimming in a firework sea...

so there was indeed an oopsEdoops to come after a majestic night of mind bending brilliance...the following morning i awoke to a stern lecture from my uncle...an odd feeling at nearly 30. but i have to say, it was indeed fully warranted given that he had to go out+rescue aforementioned raft in a major downpour that morning, after being tipped off by the neighbors..+on top of that we'd left ciggie butts+a couple of beer cans on their dock...along with a broken oar lock+a ladder left in the mud.
it was all worth it though, as it would be a major understatement to say we sure had a BLAST...i mean a skinny dip-phosphorescent lit- super bedazzled romp in the temperate sea was a memory that will never ever be forgotten...(+uncle hale+i made up on the dock the next day...so all is well that ends well..anchors be damned).

dios mio, the deisel story.

major oopsEdoops....

we picked up the car...kindly being lent to us by omar, the dude we are doing the apt swap with, and realized the gas tank was empty..neither of us had ever driven around bcn before so it took some time to find a fill up station..but after about 20 minutes we succeeded in finding a petrol station on diagonal.

feeling glad+proud we carried on for about 15 minutes, headed towards sagrada familia, so i could get my bearings of where i lived with the papabubble kids in '03..then the car stopped. dead. at an intersection. completely immobile. perhaps the car battery?

some kind gentleman helped us push the car to the side and then gave his advice about how to restart, but to no avail..he thought it was maybe the carberator..but then again i used to always say there was something wrong with the tranny when i'd bring my volvo in..just cause it sounded good, and like i maybe knew what i was talking about..so he might have been bullshitting..

anyhoo, there we were, pulled over on a teeny tiny side street, with just enough room+nary a clue as to what to do. xabi found an insurance number in the glove box so we called+they said in about an hour a truck would come. lucky for us there was a little cafe on that street so we watched the full moon rise over the city while we waited..

finally he showed up+xabi ran over to find out the dilly.

we had put gasoline in a deisel car.
shit.

but how the fuck was i supposed to know?! i've never been in a diesel, driven a diesel and thus have certainly never filled up a diesel. and xabi doesn't have a licence so he hadn't done any of the above either.

so off the little VW went into el noche.

we picked it up a couple days later+it was all cleaned up and filled up with the right kind of fluids...i was wowed by the outfit of the guy on the left, not only was he wearing a totally rad jumpsuit but he had bejangles around his neck..a charm necklace! with a horseshoe and wishbone and various other divine trinkets..so i took my first (+only thus far) street style shot of the two mechanics.

we thought the story would end here.

but no.. after a lovely but slightly exhausting trip up to maricosca (the street signs here leave much to be desired!), we got back to bcn and had a bit of a time finding his underground hidden garage..but we did and were feeling like finally we'd conquered the streets. then we exited out the door that said salida-exit..but it was a dead end. we got trapped inside a weird and certainly locked storage building. now, i have to say, this is a feeling i've not had and hope to never again...feeling completely trapped from the inside and the out.. so after going up an down all the stairs and exhausting every possible option, we were left with no other but to call the police.

after a few cigarettes and a little jane eyre, they showed up. we passed them the keys (through slats in the one door to the to the street) to open the two locked doors into the garage..where they would then have to open the salida door to let us out. so they did. but then guess what. they couldn't get the main doors opened either!! so the 4 of us are all looking rather panicked..or xabi +i looked that way, while they looked kind of irritated that these two kids had trapped them inside too..they pushed and pulled, opened the mechanical box attached to the door..nada.

but we finally got out. turned out, there was a button that opened the garage door but it was unmarked and unlit...so we left and were finally able to get on the metro to go get some food...

anyhoo, that's the story of the car.
it was some kinda wild ride to be sure.

mad for moto

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3.1. day date: A.P.C. moto/acne corset wedges/antipodium T/samma necklace/kate moss for topshop jeans/vintage star earring

2.dossier+house party: same as above with acne high waisted mini/h+m over the knee's

3.easter lunch+babysitting: topshop oxford/vintage bag/h+m skinnies/samma necklace/ minnetonka booties

i was being pretty good about the austerity program until last week. but what with a samma sample sale+the highly anticipated topshop opening+my dream moto**..what's a gal (read:shopaholic) to do? i mean, honestly..

**which i've been thinking+dreaming of since mid january-which is the longest time i've ever slept on anything..it was destined to be mine. i mean, you might ask, how was it still there in the super regular size 38 after all this time? the silly people in LA weren't buying so they sent it here..where my gal heather was able to swing a pretty awesome discount, booyea!

p.s.can you believe the only thing i bought at my innaugural visit to topshop last week was an oxford?? i certainly surprised myself.. but i have to say i've been living in it!

she came off as quite a proper kind of lady, until she fell down the stairs.

post zozobra fallout.
santa fe 2008.

southern exposures

(my photoshop skills still need some work.oopsEdoops.)

peace+love at barney's...

he says it's okay to buy for yourself....'helps reduce holiday stress'...thank you simon doonan (+ whitelightning)for making me feel like less of a shit for getting those chloe's....
p.s.this video is kind of horrible+awkward but for all the shopaholics out there, take comfort...(at least until your statement arrives in the mail)

drop it like it's....

tequila tragedy

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bottom foto courtesy of luke karam

oopsie doops