Ever since Laguna Beach on MTV when I saw this tall LA blonde with a soft voice and nonchalant personality, I’ve been following her life and career. I found myself awkwardly creeping on her twitter page to see what she was wearing and how she wore what she wore. Eventually, Whitney Port got a clothing line of her own and I was euphoric. Although her prices aren’t for the average fresh-out-of-undergrad type kid, the seams are lovely to look at and try to attempt to reenact. Here are a couple of her pieces that are more comfortably bohemian.
Ombre skinny sweats
Brushed gold moonstone coil
Springy skinny sweats
Chambray and snakeskin suede collar sleeveless boyfriend blouse
Lingerie-inspired loose fit slip dress
Good morning people. I believe I have about 7 kente items in my wardrobe. All different prints, same scheme. This vest was actually from the thrift. Gold chain necklace, I got on eBay. My lips are wearing MAC’s yung rapunxel. I actually had nowhere to go, I just wanted to dress up and take selfies (:
Usually couples holding hands make me sad because of my own single love life lol but when I see two people in love and wearing the shit out of their clothes, I get extremely mushy and bashful. Browne Andrews’ Vivienne Westwood hat, vintage sunglasses and tweed pants match perfectly with his counterpart’s, Kimberly Chandler, double denim ensemble layered with a Gucci shearling coat. I can’t quite keep my eyes off of the lovely couple and the amazing capture of style.
In the mornings at work, I awkwardly take pictures in the public bathroom hoping no one comes in or out to see me taking selfies. When someone does finally pass me I try to make it seem like I was only looking through my phone or some other awkward ish. Any who, this is a faux sheep fur jacket from forever 21, a silver metallic blouse from the thrift, a pair of green denims, and my very old navy blue vans that my mommy keeps trying to throw away. I seem to either wear ruby woo or yung rapunxel MAC lipstick to work.
I wake up sad a lot. Either it’s the way my dreams make me feel (even though I can barely remember them) or just waking up remembering all of the things that I don’t have. I know it’s a terrible thing to not count your blessings but sometimes the bad outweigh the good. I’m generally a happy person when I’m around people. But being around my immediate family is way too much sometimes. I’m still getting use to not coming to an empty dorm room where I can be free to express myself and not feel so cluttered. Ok, the end.