Faux fur vest: Kuhl
Pants: American Eagle
Vest: Valette

XL Hood  
Warm Layers
Olive Green
Mountain Hy(pe)

Neutral layers and oversized silhouettes are nothing remotely new or original to fashion this year, but this doesn't make them any worse (in my personal opinion). Paired together some of my most recent pieces into a very Northwest appropriate street-wear look. The best part about this whole outfit is also the price, I found this amazing vest at Nordstrom Rack yesterday for $30, way way less than some of the higher end pieces your favorite Instagram'ers are wearing. Success.

Self Assured

Sweatshirt: Urban Outfitters x Unif, Pants & Shoes: Zara,  Coat: Target

A great outfit makes you feel cocky. 

I don't mean cocky in a Scot Disick popping bottles in Miami way, I mean cocky in a Kanye at LAX "Do you see this coat?" kind of way. If there was a scientific way to measure how much better you feel wearing something you love I would do it just to prove this point. Why spend your life dressed in mediocre clothing when you can wear something creative & comfortable that feels a little bit more like you? Money in no way is required to have great style. I've found some of my most loved apparel at thrift shops and run of the mill fast fashion joints. So in the most cheesy and capitalist statement yet: just do it.

Ps. I've been loving mixing casual sportswear garb with more luxurious pieces lately. This black (faux) fur coat and Unif sweatshirt combo feels like the perfect mixture of cool and collected. Nothing outside the box, but still not another t-shirt and bomber jacket...

The Way


Today I spent $11 on a magazine with Young Thug in a dress in it.

What can I say? *I'm a very fiscally responsible young adult. I also can't think of any more clever titles about black and white dressing. But nonetheless, expensive literature and my limited brain are not the real prompts of this blog post, the real prompt is that of streetwear being universal. 

Today I headed to Seattle with one of my friends from FIDM and was pleasantly surprised to find we had dressed in a similar aesthetic. Black and white and fairly minimalist. What was even better was that her mesh jersey was from one of my favorite streetwear stores on Fairfax in Los Angeles,  appropriately named Dope, and we were heading to one of Seattle's best streetwear shops, Alive & Well. After grabbing a logo t-shirt there for someone back in CA (ahem I hope you read this), I also picked up a Seattle cap and threw it on for the rest of the day. 

Maybe its because we had on similar outfits, or because I've attained a new appreciation for smaller shops over the past years, I then had a little realization. No matter what part of the country you live in, streetwear plays a huge part in bringing culture and fashion together in a very wearable and (usually) unpretentious way, and that's truly dope.

 * You also have to admit a trap artist in a pink tutu is sort of iconic, actually very iconic. 

Ps. Be sure to check out Alive & Well the next time you're in the Seattle area!

A (Blue) Love Letter

Fuzzy bucket hat found in family closet +  flannel by BDG (Urban Outfitters)

If you've been reading my virtual home here for a little bit you know that I have a slight infatuation with Seattle's Capitol Hill. Up on this (literal) incline lies a world full of bearded men, good food, and  people much cooler than me (for example the entire staff at Alive & Well). But my all time favorite location on the hill is Red Light Vintage, and this weekend I was sincerely very sad to learn that this long time vintage shop is closing its doors. To celebrate the countless hours I spent browsing through the decade organized hangers, here is a love letter for the one that got away (though technically you're still in the University District). 

Dear Red Light Vintage,

Oh how I loved you. And no, it wasn't purely a superficial love either. You truly had it all, who else held Backstreet Boys sweaters and silver evening dresses at the same time? Who else had a menage of fur coats probably worn in the Thrift Shop video? No one but you. So what I want to say is even though I'll miss your presence, and Broadway will never be the same, I won't forget you. I'll still visit you in my dreams with loads of 90's denim dresses in arm in those slightly musty but lovable carpeted dressing rooms. 


Lunch at the Lost Lake Cafe
But although it certainly was a teary moment to hear of the soon to be passing of my favorite shop, I still gathered myself together enough to not listen to sad Drake songs and instead mustered on through the streets. What got me back to my sassy but happy self was visiting the classic Everyday Music for some soundtracks to life. Soundtracks to life meaning I picked up The Chronic by Dr. Dre, a compilation of Jimi Hendrix songs, and a Phantogram album recommended to me by a Californian (originally Coloradan) with good taste. 

Sales associates next to talking about those big square album covers on the wall; apparently not for sale. But don't cry about it kids.
Music in hand I then happily strolled through the rain to grab some sugary treats at Nordstrom Cafe with my mom, because what else tops off a solid afternoon better than Creme Brûlée? Until next time.