sophia loren...

... like, 1973.
minus sunglasses.
just a typical summer monday.

hitler youth

dear, sweet honey bear of love.

why?

dominicana?

suntans.
beach chairs.
piña coladas.
swimming.
snorkeling.
michael jackson impersonators.
massages.
sunburns.
subsequent avoidance of massages.
incessant cruising by dominican men.

intestinal parasites.

and of course lots of caftans, giant sunglasses, and this.
the top is mine. the bottom, hers.

together: pure taylor-née

gaycation!

like the phoenix

wow. it's been a while.

lots happened. holidays. snow days. being swamped with work. relationship nesting. general winter nesting. more of the swamping with work. i guess it's understandable that this little blog got lost along the way.

but no more, for spring has sprung!! and with it, FASHION WEEK!!! and with that, nothing short of sheer mania on the part of the girlfriend.

she has good reason to be a total nutjob, i guess. she was invited to a lot of shows, both independently and through some sites she writes for (<--- see how i did that with the hanging preposition? it's because i'm not a writer. and i'm ok with that). i'm actually meant to accompany her to one tonight, which should be hilarious as a) she was kind enough to share with me a disgusting flu-like illness which continues to wreak havoc on both of us, and b) i refuse to wear anything but jeans, sneakers and a grandpa sweater. like, daily. even at work.

anyway, part of the nuttiness comes from what sounds like a LOT of pomp, circumstance, and dogshow/junior-high-esque judging that happens as audience members try to out-style each other in the tents. which is why, perhaps, it took her 2 hours to pick an outfit this morning.

i really don't know why she stresses. i mean, this is girl who has a knack for creating an outfit, be it by turning an oversized thrift store shirt turned backwards and adding a shit-ton of necklaces...

... or with an improvised indoor scarf-turban that was probably for my eyes only (sorry, boo)...

ahem. point being, she can pull the shit together. albeit after trying on literally EVERY piece of clothing she owns. the major dilemma this morning was shoes. i would like to point out that she clomped around on these 2 (different) heels for at least an hour while futzing with every other part of her outfit:

i didn't have time to take quality pics, as she was rushing out the door, but you should know that under that giant old lady coat is a really awesome leather jacket, a white tank and a purple... um... thing.

oh... and a fur dickie.

fashion week, bitches.