I am serving up some Shirley Temple realness today, courtesy of my brand new foam rollers and a weird case of recent insomnia.
From left to right, by row:
ROW 1
- My outfit and also the B57 bus.
- I did a variant of the Charleston for two hours straight.
ROW 2
- This man grabbed me while I was dancing alone, called me Zelda, told me he felt like Scott the first night he met the love of his life, made me guess his age, told me about his ex-wife (re: 4 month duration) then introduced me to his son, who was older than me and obviously uncomfortable. How grand!
- Comfy clothes, jazz age hair&make-up.
ROW 3
- My ladydates on the B57—Gemma’s expression is priceless and perfect.
- Kelsey is somewhat perturbed by the wait for the Ferry.
- Governor’s Island, y’all!
Also, this:
Esther Quek, fashion director at menswear magazine The Rake
Oh hello, dream wardrobe. Hello.
(via bastardette)
So both my prom dresses still fit. #smallcomforts #suchagirlthingtodo #becomingadifferentpersonwhenathomeforaboutamonth
His cane says Mozart, but the handle looks much more like Goethe… but both are great so I won’t complain.
(Source: letshugbro)
Oh, just going to a cocktail party at a famous person’s Central Park West apartment. NO BIGGIE GUYS NO BIGGIE OH MY GOD WHAT IF I THROW UP ON SOMEONE. (Enjoy that last pose.)
These two colors are two of my favorite colors together and no one EVER pairs them together and now this photo has beaten me to it.
(Source: thepursuitaesthetic)
Oh, you know, just working a gala for Radiohole tonight at the Performing Garage.
