now you tell me that i'm crazy... that's nothing that i didn't know.

(crazy photo i took from my window last night).

today my girl, Joy, and i had a girlies day. had a nice cup of iced coffee in the morning (12pm), went to 7th Ave Nail Salon to get our manis, then moseyed on over to the Brooklyn Flea. first stop? food! seriously, they've got the BEST food there.

(my girl, Joy, in her H&M leather knitted sweater, Sonia Rykiel for H&M bra, Acne jeans, pepto bismol "Desert Sun" Nike dunks from the Spring Opening Ceremony sample sale, Anthropology purse and Ray Ban sunglasses. Joy is weirded out that i knew every item she was wearing and where it was from... including her bra).

(Kensie sweater from Plum in Vancouver, black pants from H&M, Underground Originals creepers).

indecent exposure.

went into Manhattan yesterday to meet someone at the Ace hotel and this is what i wore. people wonder if i feel weird in public wearing something outrageous (really though... i don't think this is a crazy outfit but some people just don't get the shoes), but honestly i usually don't! when people are staring at me, i kind of like it to be honest. it's empowering to know that i've chosen to walk out in public sporting something that not a lot of people would venture to wear. example: today i got off the subway pretty early to meet this person, so i walked into the JC Penny in Manhattan Mall and i-kid-you-not, these two young guys by the escalators were laughing at me! like... people DO that!! i couldn't believe it! so i smiled and waved at them which just added fuel to the fire and they laughed even more. well! i brought a good giggle to these two boring individuals, and that is something i am proud of!

what i'm not proud of though, is that at the end of the day i walked perhaps all the way from the subway to my apartment door with my entire right butt cheek exposed. i don't usually wear thongs with dresses but i was rushing out the door yesterday morning and forgot to switch them up. i realized this mishap right when i got to the door and i reached to pull my purse around and felt my skirt length going higher and higher toward the back until my knuckles grazed skin. i let out an "eek!" and frantically started un-bunching my dress hem while i turned around to see a young Hispanic man who smiled at me as i shoved my hand into my purse and pulled out my keys and threw myself into my apartment. if YOU saw a girl unintentionally exposing her bottom, would you do the right thing??

(trifted rayon dress, Wilfred cropped sweater, Underground Originals creepers)

(my favourite lipstick: MAC's Lady Danger).

so i creep -- yeeeaah -- just keep it on the down low.

there's this New York proverb that says: "in LA they spend their money on fancy cars but as New Yorkers we spend it on shoe's because our feet are our mode of transportation." ooh wait, no. that was Krickie yesterday trying to ease my guilt due to this purchase at Trash and Vaudeville.

(oh yes, i sure did need to post three different angles).

(and THIS is my new shirt that i bought from Razzmatazz Vintage - a new shop from my girls Krickie and Hayley! check them out at the Artists and Flea in Willyburg!)