Taking a page from Rumi Neely's book and jotting down some thoughts about my travelz before they melt into one large mess of food and fun in my mind, although this will be less "fashion photo diary" and more "tourist explosion with few pictures and many words". Jesus Christ, France - Where do I even start with you crazy amazing country?
Monday, July 7, 2014
Saturday, June 14, 2014
We've risen from the dead yet again to show you how we dress for summer! Following our last post (winter) was spring, during which was finals and so all we wore were completely unbloggable sweatpants and Uggs. (Just kidding. Maya's last nightmare consisted of her at a concert searching for her friends and then looking down to discover she was clad in fluffy - and infuriatingly comfy - calf-high Uggs, which she took pretty well. 'Pretty well' meaning she screamed and ran out of the venue with tear-streaked cheeks and tattered street cred in the punk scene.)
These smiles are because SUMMER is here! Maxine's summer plans involve a French exchange trip, during which she will probably die because of her utter lack of skill in that area; a trip to London with her mum, during which she will probably go bankrupt because Topshop; a trip to the East Coast during which she will probably burst into tears because prestigious colleges are a thing; and an internship at an entomology lab at UC Davis during which she will totally save the state of California $500,000,000.
Maya's summer kicks off with working with Acme Theatre Company to create a play for the children of migrant farmers, which will mean majorly playing kids into thinking she has acting ability and the authority to instruct them in making this happen. She'll also have to clean up her Spanish to catch the lil kiddos when they're calling her a major nerd (bi-daily occurrence), which is good prep for her Europe trip to Barcelona and Paris. After demolishing her wallet and fermenting in art museums for 2 weeks, Maya will be hauling her newly-stuffed suitcase to CA State Summer School for the Arts (CSSSA) where she'll spend 4 weeks trying to step up her game from finger painting and connect-the-dot drawing books.
Camila also did CSSSA last year. Camila is also a part of the migrant theatre project. Camila also wore clothes. We don't know what. Camila couldn't come.
Shirt: Tommy Bahama via Ebay
Shorts: American Apparel via Maxine
Shoes: Adidas via lost and found 9th grade locker room
Lip liner: Dior via Maya's mum's stash
Sunglasses: Urban Outfitters
Overalls: No Boundaries via Maya
Sports bra: Target
Frat boy flip-flops: Rainbow
Crazy fitness watch: Basis
Gnarly nail polish: Urban Outfitters x Maxine's inability to stay still and wait for polish to dry
We'll leave you with this shot of us as some people we knew passed by, as well as a cover of Tame Impala from the ever-so-talented and ever-so-absent Camila. Have a stellar summer, and thanks for stopping by!
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Camila: everything (thrifted) (probably)
Maya: faux leather joggers (Need Supply Co.); top (Gap); Shawl (my mother)
Maxine: beanie (F21); cardigan (Fat Face, stolen from Mum); top (thrifted); jeans (Madewell)
It's winter, and we're bustin' out our Californian winter gear. California's winter is thankfully not too harsh so we can avoid massive and unflattering puffy jackets, but we're still on the struggle bus since we're used to wearing shorts and tank tops 70% of the time. Somehow, we make it through.
L to R: Doc Marten, Need Supply, Franco Sarto (but Marshall's)
In case our last post didn't get the message across, we are three teenage girls living in Northern California. Maxine and Camila are juniors in high school, and Maya is our baby sophomore. We're into a lot of things that most teenagers are into, but highlights include: clothes that are too expensive for our budgets, music that we argued over what to call but is probably listed under Alternative/Indie/Rock on iTunes, and intersectional feminism.
All this shit ; thrifted
Gloves ; Urban Outfitters
Bracelet and pendant (local tibetan shop) ; ring (local festival)
Second semester is upon us and we are still dying under a pile of graphing calculators and high expectations. At least we look better than some of our peers (who have better grades than us).
Thanks for stopping by!