capes and leaves

Chillin' in some foliage

Does it look like I have wings?

How bout now?

Photos taken by the camera's auto timer

Black cape- vintage, blue dress- vintage, tights, and boots- Steve Madden

Well, there are two (possibly three) alarming things about this post. The obvious first is that yes, I did indeed resort to auto timer while all of my friends were out of the country. I believe this just shows serious blogging dedication and not a ridiculous amount of self absorption and embarrassment. I can't wait to post the outtakes, actually I'll probably wait at least until I'm dead. The second, not so obvious, alarming thing is the cape. Or is it a cape? No, no it is not. Ready for a DYI DIY? (Dad, that means "do it yourself") Take your most awkwardly lengthened maxi skirt and put it around your neck. (Dad, please don't do this yourself) I'm being real here, I am definitely wearing a skirt around my neck. I warned you that pure insanity creativity would commence. The third possibly alarming thing? That blue "dress" is actually a skirt. Oops. . . but did you notice?

Today's serious life lesson:

We must learn . . .

. . . to appreciate . . .

. . . beauty.

did you know i love berlin?

Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe

This is not just a monument, it is art.

Goodbye America, Guten Tag Berlin!

That awkward moment when you ask a nice looking, random girl to take a picture for you and the random girl goes to UC Irvine, then she cuts the top of Brandenburg Gate off in said picture. Thank you, nice looking, not so random girl who should never become a photographer.

If you were indeed wondering what the top of the gate looked like, there's a large bird on top of Lady Victory's staff.

What's Germany's national sport? Invading Poland.

Does this hotel look familiar? It shouldn't. Unless you recall THIS happening, which you should.

Onto some style, Berlin style:

Kylie trending skirt over pants, did I talk her into that? As Mr. Big would say, "Abso_@^#%_lutely."

Layering scarves. 2 out of the 12 layers I wore that day.

I don't feel like dancing, no sir, no dancing today.

I know you wanted a close up: 2 of Kylie's scarves, leather jacket, Kylie's chambray shirt, Cody's mom's gold sweater and collared shirt, a black long sleeved shirt, jeans, tights under jeans, red socks, small socks to keep my toes warm, and boots.

Why are we models?

The wall. When they said it fell in 1989, they were lying. It's still there; the only difference is now you don't get shot in the face trying to get into West Berlin.

Have I mentioned I went to Berlin? Have I mentioned I loved it? Oh yeah, just here and here, too and to everyone I've ever talked to after going to Berlin and now in this post. Do you all understand now? Yeah, I don't either. I guess I just have an unexplainable attraction to the TV tower.

In other news, I have successfully enabled Kylie and Sanaz to get addicted to layering, as you can see in this post. I promise the extremely cold weather had nothing to do with it. Layering is a serious addiction and an expensive habit. Okay, not really. It's pretty easy to do on a budget:

Step 1- Put all of the clothes you own on your body one layer at a time.
Step 2- Ignore the snide remarks and curious expressions.
Step 3- Create a blog and pretend you know something about the art of layering.

how berlin won my heart

Check out what I found in Berlin. David Rio Tiger Spice. I freaked out and then literally ached for the luscious taste of this delicious tea. Luckily, they served chai tea lattes, so I bought 3 and made Sanaz and Kylie watch me while I drank them. Just kidding, of course I introduced them to the silky smooth spice of the tiger. Anyway, the point of this post is to prepare you for tomorrow's post. I cannot currently summon the small amount of energy needed to formulate a legit blog post, therefore I figured this would be better than nothing. I apologize for the last lame post and this lame post, but I said Monday and I damn well meant Monday. So, I'll see you tomorrow.

by the sea

This is where I am for the weekend- the French Rivera. A little stretch of land in France between Monaco and Italy. As in Monaco and Italy are walking distance from me at this moment. Low and behold, I'm writing to say that I will not be writing for the weekend. I'm sorry. I'll be back Monday with more beautiful pictures and hopefully some Mediterranean sartorial adventures. Don't forget to smile and radiate love while I'm gone. Remember, life is surreal.