The costume pile on my floor survived the night better than I did, and now it has to produce something worthy of Aerosmith and Guns N' Roses at the Bowl. Pants are still losing the vote. Come dig through this mess with me, wouldn't you?
The costume pile on my floor survived the night better than I did, and now it has to produce something worthy of Aerosmith and Guns N' Roses at the Bowl. Pants are still losing the vote. Come dig through this mess with me, wouldn't you?
Halloween weekend kicks off tonight and Phoebe's at Intuit Dome, so the horns went on before the dress did. This slip is doing the bare minimum and I'm fine with that — too wicked for a Friday crowd, or exactly right?
Chief Keef's at the Wiltern tonight, but the pit doesn't get me until dark. This morning belongs to me first — want in?
JAY-Z at SoFi tonight and the 405 is testing my patience, but this dress already did its job on me before we even hit the freeway. You'd be riding shotgun, wouldn't you?
First one on set today and wardrobe handed me this robe, which I have decided counts as an outfit. Nobody's argued yet. You'd behave on my set, wouldn't you?
Julia Jacklin at the Wiltern tonight, and I'm easing into the day the slow way. This coffee is doing all the heavy lifting so far — come keep me company while I wake up.
Black Parade at the Bowl and I came dressed for the funeral I'm enjoying way too much. This jacket is the only thing behaving tonight. Come find me in the crowd.
Modest Mouse at the Palladium tonight and I'm elbow-deep in the closet hunting for the right boots — everything above the waist is still up for negotiation. Tell me which pair gets me in trouble.
Kacey's at Crypto.com tonight and I decided a Monday deserves a little sparkle, so I went shopping in my own closet. Boots on, the rest still up for debate — tell me how much I should leave behind.
Slow Sunday, cold glass of wine, and Iron & Wine at the Ford later — this sweater already gave up on staying on my shoulder. You'd refill my glass, wouldn't you?