jpegs and tacos

My friend Tim has been shooting me for the blog for over a year now. He is truly the definition of a great friend. I tried to write this entry like five or six times because it was actually extremely hard to put into words just how much I adore this man. Although sometimes we bicker like an old married couple. Let's just say... his laissez faire sense of direction has gotten me into more than a few vehicular predicaments. He's always there to pretend to listen to you complain while watching sports. Also, to share jpegs and a couple of tacos with.

Tim is the Creative Director of SOMA Magazine. You can follow his Tumblr and Twitter.

banks violette

Make as much art as you can. Do it while you still have something to say. Do it while it's all you have (but not until there's nothing left). To live your life and to give yourself a reason to live for. All we have is the work we do for ourselves, but most of all, for each other. The end.

no ordinary love

Friend of Mine "Midnight Toker" dress, vintage Gap jacket, Margiela bracelet, Nixon watch, Acne "Raya" shoes

This is my Sade dress. It's very nineties with a big slit and soft to touch.

pseudo

Leather wedges from Theyskens' Theory in clinical white patent. It's like those platform sneakers those girls used to wear in middle school but all grown up. Who knows if I'll ever find a pair in my size. Although they are probably the only color I will accept them in.

I was also loving all the punk inspired hairstyles from Prada Fall 2011. Another picture here. There's a great article in W which talks about how subcultures are a huge influence on Phoebe Philo for Céline. I like how proud she is of where she's from. Because I feel the same. The most progressive ideas will always be rooted in the every day. The basic need to express yourself and make a little noise.

color me

Inspired by one of my favorite covers of Interview Magazine

So... it's here. My first book for Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. Or rather, my first gift back to the community of fashion enthusiast readers who have given me so much over the past three years. When I think of the two most important moments of my life: the first is the start of this blog, and the beautiful (but sometimes rather tough) journey it takes me on. The second is when I finally embraced myself as a writer (bad grammar and all). And I know, "it's just a coloring book!" But when I think about it... why did I turn to the internet in the first place? Because I had these interests I just had to pursue but was either too scared, too unknowledgeable, or too frustrated to share with anyone else. So this is for the 14-year-old Lulu. The girl who hung out on AOL fashion message boards and devoured "What are you wearing?" threads like it was that unfinished math homework her parents wished she cared about instead. I know there's a lot of you out there. And we hope you enjoy what we've made.

Pre-order now on Amazon. 128 pages. Available in March.

flatform

Flatforms via Ebay

I'm fulfilling the 15-year-old in me and buying things that appeal to my immediate urges. A good example: Marc Jacobs backpack that looks like the sea. I like teenagers. I like how they blog. And I like what they buy. When they feel sad. You feel sad. It's blogging without the blatant advertising. And even when it's done. It's cheeky. It truly feels like blogging... from the gut.

My favorite teens here, here, and here.

peso

"A lot of times, people don't know what they want
until you show it to them."
- Steve Jobs

1. New grind
2. New groove (style for dayz)

And what if you did exactly what others expected you to. And you still didn't make it?

cloud 10

Shirt courtesy of Katwalk, vintage Levi's cut offs courtesy Stone Cold Vintage, Marc Jacobs backpack, Chloe boots, Helmut Lang SS04 bracelet

Washed out pink walls inspired by the Céline pop up shop in Paris.

Sometime last week I went on a date. We got Chinese food and there were big screens playing football over the tables. For two hours we watched Chinese dads huddled around a television screen eating fried rice and ignoring their wives. The highlight was probably when my date threw up his fist at the only other white guy across the room and proclaimed, "my brother!" I had sort of imagined a more romantic setting.

what is this place?

You know what's funny about the Sutro Baths? It's really not as nice as you think it would be. Kind of smells like rotting sewage and the mistakes of teenagers.