Tuesday

the world could end, outside our window

ONEHUNDREDANDFORTYTWO.

ladies and gentleman i present....the downfall of american fashion.

naa amerley and i went on a mission up north to find me a dress for my dads wedding/for her to pick up some comfy summer shoes (both successful). and despite the cornucopia of awesome thriftable/vintage apparel that we saw on that 100 degree day, there were still some very unacceptable things.

i just really wan't you all to get the point. this is despicable.

d&g "sex" pants circa...198awful?

i found the orange pants from my lost photos post (click)

CARROT, COCONUT, PINEAPPLE PANCAKES. SMOTHERED IN YUMMYNESS.

no statement necessary.

this was easily one of the better days i have had in a long time. i dropped my camera off when we got back downtown, prior to meeting up with mr. harris/chipotle/berryice/driving back to champaign, but not one moment in the day was short of life. definition of summer. live people.

b.
[say you'll go; janelle monae]

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