Grimy Girls

Sisters of the Black Moon are like the grimy versions of the sisters from Charmed. They are ultimate grimy of the grimiest with their Erykah Badu headwraps and nomadic wiliness. I dream about these women in my sleep. Ultimate girl crush. And I love the photography work done by Alexandra Valenti; she is a genius!

There’s just something about dark hair and light skin (not pale skin, mind you) that I find spell-binding. A Snow White complex, perhaps? Don’t worry; I’ll never forsake my tan au naturale.

This chick and her cheekbones are my favorite. She’s frickin’ gorgeous. She makes everything she wears look absolutely amazing.

A stunning portrait of my second fave. I love how her youthfulness is framed by her haunting cloud of hair.

Inspires me to swath my body in raw, textured cloth and crochet pieces and realize that I don’t need to spend a gazillion dollars to look this fantastic. I think I would do them a disservice by calling this boho-or-hippie chic. It’s just raw, natural, Mother Earth at its finest. It’s grimy glamour.

PS. Their Ebay store is to do die for.


The Girl With the Ring

The search for grimey girls continues! I had a lotta fun conjuring up Mitsu aka Baby G’s backstory, but miss thang-with-the-skateboard hails from New South Wales in Australia and goes by the name of Shayna. I’m on this real bohemian, anti-pretty girl kick lately. High fashion is so saturated with this emphasis on perfection –perfect clothing, perfect styling, perfect bodies, perfect faces– and zero personality and individuality. In the words of so many fashion antidotes out there, the most “refreshing” look –at least to me– is the one that is the opposite. Hence, my search for grimey girls.

Fuck it, even though I know the model’s name, I’m gonna let my imagination run wild anyway.

It was Sunday. It always happens on a Sunday. For Shayna, that’s when her mind takes a vacation and her heart and soul run wild and free.

Apparently, the bull head ring adorning Shayna’s finger was an impromptu DIY project, created spontaneously during the shoot. The women behind Spell & The Gypsy Collective, which is where these photos are sourced from, promise a place for several of these bad-boys in their online shop. They are so gonna hear it from me if their promises are unfulfilled.

Necklace strands strewn haphazardly around her neck, tumbling blissfully down her torso. Chunky skull and quartz rings say, If I could dip my hands in the earth and leave them there to heal my weary soul, I would. (They also say, I’m a treehugger, but I’ll knock you out if I have to.) With braids clipped randomly throughout wavy locks and fur and feathers dangling everywhere…I delight in the carefree placement of her adornments, a desire I wish for my heaviest woes.

I love it when people look as though they didn’t have to even try to look as amazing as they do. The clothes off her back are all Shayna’s, and not some high-end designer’s. It gives me renewed appreciation for the DIY aesthetic and the coolest things you can do with a T-shirt.

Sources: skateboarding shoot; Love Voodoo shoot


Source: Onyx Earth

Something Wicca This Way Comes

I used to party a lot with hippies back in college. It made sense, seeing as I was deep in the forests of Santa Cruz, the land of surfers, dreadlocks and co-ops. My days were filled with tapestries, incense, bongos, alcohol and weird dancing without a care in the world. It was a far cry from the tense conformity of my high school days. And in Santa Cruz, I discovered a kinship with things that are natural, down-to-earth and to this day, I always seek comfort in an environment that reminds me of those care-free moments.

I’ve come across quite a few online interior design magazines, and Rue magazine is, by far, my favorite, particularly for portraying diverse styles and including quirky, off-beat stories and editorials such as “Dark Light Shining.” Aesthetically speaking, this is my dream party! Of course, I’d thrown on some Hepcat or The Roots in the background cuz hip-hop’s how I roll. But keep the rest; fur, feathers, dreamcatchers, turquoise-bling –it’s all me.

Sources: Dark Light Shining; Table TopBedroom with skylights; Hippie room; Hippie boat

A Rustic Roadtrip

I’ve been wanting to go on this kind of a roadtrip for awhile now. The dream is to meet my brother in Philly and pick him up from grad school then travel cross-country back to Cali in a gorgeous vintage VW camper. My VWs are always pictured in cherry red, but I’ve been drawn to the color orange a lot lately. And not radioactive orange, but in a textured rusty way. It’s like following the sun…without getting burned.

Sources: VWClock; Business Card; Vintage Ad; ParasolOrange Necklace; Livingroom; Diner; Twirling; DresserCowgirl; Native American-inspired necklace; DIY Flat Ankle Boots; “Do Not Disturb”; Photo Editing and Collages: She’s Got Plenty

Winter In The Sahara

*Drool* Liu Wen in Wild Dreams, an editorial in Vogue Germany shot by Greg Kadel. It’s like a scene out of a Roberto Cavalli campaign. It combines all of my favorite trends: fur, leopard-print, mixology, layers, fringe, giant jewelry, maximalism, flowing material, nomadic eye candy combined with rock star sensibility. I can never get tired of these desert scene editorials. And the fact that Liu Wen is the star? Asia represent.

It’s Nothing An Elephant Couldn’t Cure

I am so confused! I’m at the transition between Summer and Fall. Even though the weather is still warm, a lot of Fall collections are making their appearance, making me actually look forward to cooler weather. I feel as though I have to get all my Summer posts out of my system before Fall completely sets in. Besides, I’m not ready to say good-bye to those warm summer nights.

I first heard of glamping in an issue of H&M that talked about “maximizing your festival pleasure with style”; glamour plus camping. Clever, eh? The idea of living it up outdoors luxury-style is the ultimate summer getaway fantasy. I came across the Four Seasons in Thailand that takes glamping to an international scale, complete with massage treatments overlooking jungle-scapes and trekking through rainforests on elephants.

It would be so amazing to see lush green vegetation everywhere instead of concrete jungles for a change. And I would forgo my car for a couple weeks and gladly ride Dumbo to the supermarket instead.

Hi, Uncle! Hi, Auntie!

While I am proud to say that I’ve ridden and swam with a dolphin before, how many people can say they’ve fed an elephant while sippin’ on some midday tea? Now, that’s going on my bucket list!

This is the spa with a view I was talking about. Talk about utopia. I would never want to leave.

My dream bathtub would be like soaking in bliss like this.

I think Four Seasons wants to play up their elephant attractions…

Burma is so lucky.

This is the tent at the Four Seasons. Yes, I said tent…get ready for the most amazing glamping ever

The bathroom amenities in the tent is better than the bathroom I’ve seen at most hotels. Geez!

This rain shower is probably my most favorite thing in the tent. If I never get to go to Four Seasons in Thailand, I want to install one of these bad boys in my future dream house.

Curiosity got the best of me and I had to check the rates. It ruined the fantasy, but I couldn’t help it. In my little fantasy world, I would spend about 2 weeks riding elephants, getting massages and trekking through rainforests. According to the currency converter, that little fantasy would cost about $1,500 a night. Riiiight. It reminds me of Travis McCoy’s, Billionaire (gawd, I so know what he means!) which is what I wish I was in order to get my jet-set glamping on! *Sigh* Oh, well. I think I’ll just stare at these pictures on this post when I’m most in need of escape and invest in a large fern plan. Or adopt an elephant.

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