Got this adequately skanky, spaghetti strapped tank top from Brandy Melville last weekend and saw fit to throw it on over some classic if over distressed denim shorts. Oh, and a little more experimentation with floral is going on here-but these lace tights are so much more in my comfort zone than the dress I had on yesterday. I picked them up during a trip to Seattle ages ago but still haven’t quite decided if I like the way they feel enough to commit to necessitate regular wearing-the overly thick, erratically placed tight-like texture is just a bit distracting.
I have to admit, I was unreasonably excited by this shooting location. The busted house foundation, litter-festooned dust plot, and ivy covered wall all promised so many ways to relive childhood fascinations justified by the presence of a weighty camera and the ability to claim that my antics could somehow become a passable pose. That grey sky was considerably daunting though. Starting to get a little nervous about the weather in Portland this weekend...