And continuing the theme of roses, here's a photo I shot in Big Sur, CA. Aren't they dreamy?
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Outfit: 70s wrap dress with rose print, motorcycle boots (thrifted). Also, I’ve been really into perfumes lately, so I wore Decennial’s Lys de Desert perfume. (I only have a sample size now, but definitely want to own a whole bottle- it’s amazing! And you can recall the desert even when working in the office in the city.) I should probably do some posts on all the amazing perfume scents I've discovered. Perhaps a perfume/adventure match-up?
Photo by Pete.
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Photos by Peter Lindbergh for Vogue June 2013. Model Edie Campbell. Images via Fashion Gone Rogue.
|Beach days start with a trip to Angelo's Italian Deli in Long Beach.|
|My niece answering the call of the ocean.|
|keeping my nephew from going too far out into the ocean.|
|new bathing suit bottoms|
|Sunset Beach, my favorite.|
It was foggy but warm outside when I finally took my swim. Have you ever noticed how incredibly hungry you feel after spending time in the ocean?
Outfit: 50s red shorts (Vets Flea Market); white tshirt, sunhat, Keds (thrifted), watermelon bathing suit bottoms (American Apparel), bathing suit top (DKNY).
Monday, May 13, 2013
|a backdrop of jasmine and roses.|
Outfit: vintage 60s knit mini dress (thrifted), sandals (Topshop)
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
|Our first stop was at the Cold Spring Tavern in Santa Barbara, an old stage coach stop, built in 1865.|
|California poppies in abundance.|
|looking up at giant hawks gliding overhead. Wearing an embroidered dress that Pete thrifted for me.|
|our cabin for the weekend in Carmel|
|Pete chillaxing on our cabin porch, wearing a vintage Hang Ten shirt that I recently thrifted.|
|Cypress Tress in Point Lobos State Reserve, Carmel.|
|cheesy tourist pose with my large pine cone pals. Figueroa Mountain, Santa Barbara|
|my hiking boots and happy flowers.|
|listening to a George Jones cassette on our cabin porch in Carmel.|
|tons of elephant Seals, San Luis Obispo, CA.|
Reached by a dirt road lined with redwood trees, high above the clouds, we found our cabin; we pretended for the time that our cabin in Carmel was home. Time, refreshingly languid, afforded us the opportunity to breathe, to let go. I watch a bluebird in an oak branch from the antique claw tub on our porch, where I bathed in lavender two mornings in a row. The smell of jasmine in the air, the soft rustling of the leaves from a tender breeze, the brilliant fire from our wood stove, the quiet stillness of the canyon, I let go.
And outside of our home, it is just as pleasant. Along the coast, the wild flowers are everywhere. The cypress, redwood, and oak trees signal life and longevity. An old lady, a local, has never seen so many elephant seals in San Luis Obispo, and she’s lived there her entire life. And my word, the pine cones in the Figueroa Moutains of Santa Barbara are plump and healthy!