Jacket, Belt, Shorts - Vintage, Top - Mink Pink via Tobi, Shoes - Anarchic from eBay, Socks - Urban Outfitters, Bag - Forever 21, Jewelry - Konstantino + Flea Market + Santee Alley + Handmade by Great Great Aunt Fran
Lately, I have been just staring into my closet as though it were some sort of fruitless abyss. I know there is clothing in there, and I know I must like most of it, but for some reason, nothing seems to be working for me.
Last night, Britney and I went to the NastyGal party in Hollywood, where we met the wonderful Shea from Cheyenne Meets Chanel. She is just absolutely adorable and the nicest person ever. Britney spent the evening trying to politely reject lovelorn boys, while I invented all sorts of exciting alter-egos for her, which I shared with said lovelorn boys in the midst of their rejection. "This is my friend Melissa. She is a concert violinist." You get the picture.
Since I am basically the worst blogger in the world this week, I am going to leave you with some photos from a Vogue Paris October 2010 editorial: