Hooray for the holidays!! I can't believe next week is Thanksgiving when it feels like Halloween was just last weekend (I drew a nose and whiskers on my face and claimed I was a kitty...then later drunkenly drew a nose and a spot over my boyfriend's eye and claimed he was a puppy, haaa).
Anywayyy...I couldn't help but grab these awesome charcoal disco pants, it's like owning a pair of just plain sexy. I paired it with a loose, cream blouse with just a few more buttons undone than appropriate, ha. I also recently snagged the metallic, armored dress below...paired it with tights and a fuzzy cardigan for a chilly night out this past weekend.
Hope you're all doing well! I'm going home to California for Thanksgiving next week and I'm already getting hungry, haha. :)
First: American Apparel pants. Secondhand blouse. Bebe shoes.
Second: BCBG MaxAzria dress. Topshop cardigan. Jeffrey Campbell shoes from Solestruck.
I will never be able to explain my 'love at first sight' experience with this old v-neck graceless sweater. It called my name...and getting it was not a difficult task at all, I found it at a thrift store for about 30 lempiras (not even 2 dollars). It's reeeally old, a hideous green color and had tiny holes all over.
So I brought it home and performed some serious snipping.=)
If I were Kate Moss I'd probably wear it bra-less around the house...
Remain calm, I threw it over a thrifted dress. =P
It's love and oh my, it's worth the pity provocations. ("Poor girl must be cold", "Poor girl must not own a decent sweater") heehee...
The photoshoot, as promised!
In case there's any doubt, I am not a model. I suck terribly. I trip on my own feet. I get tense and start dancing like a geek when the camera gets me nervous. I don't possess that "je ne sais quois" that could possibly make up for the fact that I'm 5'2, MAYBE 3.
But a friend was opening a store and asked me to do it for the store's catalogue, and in Honduras it would be the closest thing to a designer boutique so I said HECK YEAH. I'll do it. I'll try hard not to make a fool out of myself.
(Rollers are sepsi and I'm literally smirking at my own "model off duty" shot, right this instance, no kidding.)
Then I met the other two models: legs half mine's thickness and twice mine's length.
This si Irlia:
I tried my best and the photographer was pretty darn awesome.
Side note: He like totally laughed in my face when I stained my front teeth in black lipstick and believe it or not, that made him awesomer! I'm weird, I know.
Then his gorgeous model girlfriend showed up. She surprised me with a deep raspy voice that did nothing but add to her cool factor. The girl basically TOWERED over me so I tried to stay away a couple feet away from her to avoid feeling like a midget. Haaaa!
Over all, it was an AWESOME beyond awesome experience. My hair reached heights I thought it never could and my lips looked shapier that I thought they ever would.
I'll post the actual pics as soon as I get the catalogue in my hands. *Woot woot*
'Til later lovely people,
Temperatures haven't fully plummeted yet (it was a crazzyy mid-60s today), but they've gotten just cold enough for me to justify pulling my black faux fur coat off of my bed (I've been using it as a blanket, haa). I got it three sizes too big for maximum cuddliness. The only negative is when random people ask me if it's real...ugh, gross. Anywayy, wore it with knee high socks, and a crimson velvet bodysuit.
Topshop bodysuit. American Apparel skirt and socks. Marc Jacobs shoes.