Dapper Day at Disneyland!

I’m a Disneyland annual pass holder but this past weekend was my first ever Dapper Day! Dapper Day is an unofficial tradition where twice a year Disneygoers dress in their best, specifically in vintage fashions, to enjoy the park as the first fashionable guests did 60 years ago. The first day I went into the park and met some dapper people from Meetup! 

My dress is a 1940s vintage original bought at Wild Man Vintage in Lawrence, Kansas. Vintage scarf from my grandmother. Swing dance shoes from DanceStore.com and socks from the Disney store. 

Enjoying Disneyland and California Adventure in one of my cutest dresses was so fun, and I even waited ten minutes to get that picture with Dapper Mickey. I felt a little silly waiting in line to get a photo with a character – even though I am a full grown adult who goes to Disneyland at least twice a month. :) 

The next day brought even more fun at the Dapper Day classic car show and expo! 

  I loved this 1955 Chevrolet Bel Air and the owner was nice enough to let us get in it. I felt like James Dean.    
Dress: 1940s vintage original from Cactus Flower in Bloomington, Indiana 

Shoes and parasol bought in China 

Vegan leather bag: Matt and Nat  
I didn’t buy these cool glasses at the expo but I thought I looked cute :)   

So in love with this bag. If I had $70 to spare, this would be mine. 

With my dapper girls! 
And more classic car porn:


Dapper Day was a great time but I really do wish we could just live that way more often – wear our best clothes, feel beautiful, and take pride in our appearance. And man it was cool to carry a parasol without people giving me any weird looks. 

Until next year … 

Outfit post: dancing queen

I went to a big party last weekend and I was desperate to find something old Hollywood or disco. At Jet Rag (on La Brea in Hollywood) I found this dress and when I put it on, I felt like it was 1975 and my 16th birthday. I really wish I took more pictures! 



My best friend took the above pic of me when we stopped at a liquor store 😎

 Dress – 70s vintage from Jet Rag 

Jewelry – vintage

Bow – handmade by my grandma from my childhood :)  

Hair – pin curls brushed out with fingers 

Shoes – you can’t see them but they were huge platforms! 

I really wish I had more opportunities to dress up like this because I had so much fun. The party was cool but honestly the dress was the best part. Don’t tell my friends… 

The end of disco ruined American culture

I joked on Twitter the other day that a world that allowed disco to die is inherently evil. While “evil” might be a bit of a stretch, I really do believe that American culture (and not just American culture, but that’s the one I know best, being American) has suffered ever since disco’s demise in the early ’80s. Here are a couple things we know about disco:

1) It’s fun

2) It’s diverse.

Studio Portrait of the Village People


Disco was created by people of all races, genders, and orientations. Women and men alike sang; blacks, whites, and Latinos danced in the same clubs. Women sang freely about their sexual desires. LGBT people not only found clubs they could dance in with each other, but also found mainstream success. I can’t think of a single popular band today as diverse as the Village People – both racially and based on sexual orientation. During the disco era, people really were hopeful that everything was getting better. Then Reagan and wolves of Wall Street came in, shat on everything, and set us back decades.

The “disco sucks” movement was tinged with homophobia and led to an era of rock music dominated by straight white men. Yes, I love KISS and Motley Crue, but get real – rock and roll since the ’80s has been almost exclusively the provenance of straight white men. The “disco sucks” movement told black and LGBT people and women to stop singing, stop dancing, stop having so much goddamned fun.

Ah yes, fun. Disco was all about fun. Clubs with extravagant light displays, musical groups that didn’t take themselves too seriously, costumes ranging from divine to ridiculous, and bold dancing were all mainstays of the ’70s disco movement. But then fun was frowned upon, and ironic detachment and a “too cool” attitude reigned supreme in American culture – and has ever since. Today, disco is derided as tacky and lame. Fashion has reached an all-time low point of creativity and color. Every man I know wears the same outfit, and almost nobody wears prints outside of your basic flannel. The “cool” music among my peers is still mopey indie rock (I guess? Sometimes I don’t know what people actually LIKE because disliking stuff is apparently cooler).

I love Nirvana, and yet I believe their influence has generally been harmful. The glamorization of depression and suicide is dangerous for impressionable teens and 20-somethings. The music you listen to DOES matter. When I was listening to a lot of Nirvana and The Mars Volta in high school, I started to realize that I became less happy, less social. A friend of mine who was extremely depressed in college was advised by her therapist to stop listening to Jeff Buckley. While I think there certainly is a time for sad music that you can identify with when you’re feeling low, there’s also a need for joyous music that helps you feel great. Dancing lifts your spirits. When you’re having a crummy day, put on a song that makes you want to move and 9 out of 10 times, you’ll feel better.

I’m dying to see a return to fun in America. I want to see America dance without derision, to dress differently without being labeled “tacky” or “trashy” (just classist terms invented by yuppies, anyhow). I’m sick of a culture that praises ironic detachment, where everyone’s in a battle for who can care less and the mark of coolness is is being the asshole in all black, sitting in the corner making fun of everyone dancing. Having fun is one of the greatest parts of being alive, and I’m gonna keep doing it – and looking great and dancing to disco ’til I die.

Outfit Post: Summer of ’77 forever 

lately I’ve been very inspired by disco and ’70s summer wear. I traveled for four months this year and absolutely loved it – but I’ve been thrilled to come back to my clothes and makeup. 


White tanktop – no idea any more. Wet seal? 

Blue high waist shorts – urban outfitters

Bra – target 

Hair – brushed-out pin curls 

Gold locket – vintage 

Lipstick – cherries in the snow by revlon 

Summer Style

I’ve definitely been undergoing a style transformation lately. It’s weird how one day you can just wake up and be like eh, I don’t want to wear these clothes anymore. I still love my vintage clothes, and I’m keeping them, but at least right now I won’t be wearing them very often.

Right now, summer style means:

  • tanktops
  • shorts
  • sunglasses
  • flip-flops
  • printed shirts
  • friendship bracelets
  • minimal makeup
  • of course, tons of sunscreen

But anyway, let’s look at some cute outfits I’ve been wearing lately :)


White tanktop with anchors on it from Pitaya and a headband from Claire’s.


Heart sweatshirt from Victoria’s Secret. I love this sweatshirt so much.


I love this outfit! Shirt is from American Eagle, shorts from Urban Outfitters.


I saw this shirt at Target and thought 1) that’s the dumbest shirt ever 2) I neeeeeed it.


Me being a cool lumberjack

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New sunglasses from Target!



And finally, new summer hair. I am loving it. I think lighter hair might be more flattering on me than darker hair, even though I naturally have really dark hair. I just started really wanting to switch up my hair!

I know I haven’t been posting much for a while but I have some more posts ready! Next up will be a review of some natural beauty/hygiene products I’ve purchased recently.

Hope you’re having a great summer!

Un-Re-Inventing Myself

I’ve been thinking a lot about self re-invention lately. Madonna’s famous for it. Maybe you’ve tried it. And for me? It’s been a life-long burden. I always wanted to re-invent myself, become a better version of me. Every new school year was a chance to change how I dressed, how I acted, how everyone would see me. My motto was essentially “Maybe I’ll be this type of person now!” Going to college was a big chance for re-invention, which pretty much failed because I made no friends and college sucked. Moving to LA was my biggest chance for reinvention, which went terribly because my first year in LA sucked really hard and I just got super depressed and had a terrible eating disorder. Because here’s the thing I realized – I CAN’T BE A DIFFERENT PERSON. I try to be a different person and eventually that fails because of course it does. And then I feel like a failure. And I wallow in that shit for a while and then I try again.

I’m done. I am done reinventing myself. I don’t want to be a different type of person. I’m not going to be the type of person who wears size 0 pants or golfs or wears heels every day. I don’t wear all black or look like Sofia Vergara. I don’t wake up early, I’m not a minimalist, I’m not serious. I don’t want to be cooler or sexier or cuter than I really am. I want to be me. There are so many pictures of me where I don’t really see myself. Ones where I’m sulking and wearing a black hoodie, or I dyed my hair blonde, or I’m too skinny, or I’m covered in too much makeup. Or where I can tell that I was JUST FUCKING FAKING IT.


This is me at my college graduation. I just don’t see ME here. I’m too skinny. I wasn’t happy.


This is me dressing up for New Years Eve, going to a BIG HOLLYWOOD PARTY! I felt really fat. None of this is me. This sucks.


I think I look pretty in this picture, but it doesn’t look like me.


This doesn’t look like me, either. I look like I’m trying to be Salma Hayek. I’m not Salma Hayek.

Here are some pictures I love because I just see ME in them:


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And here’s me from today:



I don’t necessarily know who I am yet. But I don’t want to try and figure out who I WANT to be, I want to find the things that were good about me all along. Playing pretend is fun, but you have to have a self to come home to.

Outfit Post: Baby’s First Tanktop


Ok, so it’s not the first tanktop I’ve ever owned, but I haven’t owned one in probably five years. I’ve been getting a little more into clothes that show some skin as opposed to my usually very conservative outfits.


Tanktop: Target

Sportsbra: Target

Skirt: Vintage (it’s below-the-knee, it’s been on the blog a million times)20140313-024806.jpg

Yeah, I’m showing off some tricep like a real buff bitch. Grr.



Also this changes the topic but is anyone watching True Detective? I’m on the third episode and it’s amazing. And I looove Matthew McConaughey’s hair in it. I never found him attractive until this show, I guess I like him better with a shirt on and pretending to be smart.


Getting Some Grays? WHAT TO DOOOO?! (Cue Unnecessary Despair)

I have a confession that I once swore to take to my grave – I have some gray hair. I got my first gray hair when I was 16. I started dying my grays when I was 24. I’m 25 now, and it bums me out. I did come up with a pretty cool solution, though, and I’d like to share it if you’re interested.

If you are just like FUCK YEAH I HAVE GRAY HAIR then good for you. I’m not one of you, but it takes all kinds.

Dying your hair can be pretty shitty for its long-term health. Temporary dye, though? Not so bad. “But I’d have to dye it so often!” you cry. Well, newsflash. If you don’t want anyone to notice you have gray hair, you’ll have to dye it all the time anyway unless your hair magically never grows. Or you get a wig. Or you put it up in a bun and wear hats. Or you wear hijab and don’t care if your close family and female friends know you have gray hair. You get what I’m saying.

I love my hair color so I didn’t want to dye it all away. I also didn’t want to try to approximate my hair color, because it would probably be wrong and also that’s boring. So I bought a box of black (good staying power and looks cool) 28-wash hair color and used my fingers to cover up all the areas that have gray hair – mostly around my temples, and a little near the crown and in my bangs. I pulled the hair dye all the way down the hair even though the gray is only right at the top, because to do otherwise would look ridiculous. I put a couple other randomly-placed black streaks in so that it wouldn’t be so obvious what I’d done. Then I waited 15 minutes, washed it out… conditioned it… waited for it to dry… and voila. I look fucking cool and not like I’m aging at a terrifyingly rapid clip.


See the black streaks mixed with my natural color? Subtle but cool.

This is really easy and I managed to go about a month and a half/two months without having to dye it again (probably because I dyed it black and that has super staying power). Also I stopped pulling out my gray hairs because then they grow back and they’re all short and stick straight out and are hard to dye.

Even if you’re horrible at home beauty, this is super easy. Try it if you want. Or rock that gray hair/hat/headscarf/wig/hands-covering your-head-at-all-times. Your choice! Choice is beautiful!





Song of the Day: Gods and Monsters

This is probably my favorite Lana del Rey song and I once listened to it for about ten hours on repeat on a flight back from China. There’s something in me that bristles at the idea of finding a Lana del Rey song meaningful, but there are two lines I love:

No-one’s gonna take my soul away

Living like Jim Morrison.

While I don’t exactly advocate living like Jim Morrison – 27 is two years away and I have a fuckton more than two years left in me – I like the essence of freedom and individuality it conveys. As for the first line, I wasn’t even aware until I’d heard it that it’s essentially the guiding force in how I live my life. When I first moved to LA to be an actress I thought I might be the type of person who took any role, no matter how shitty, and I’d be happy to “sell out” if I ever had the opportunity. Over the last four years I’ve realized I can’t be that type of person, even if I want to. I can’t spend my time doing things I don’t love. My life can’t be about putting average work into the world. I can’t advocate for things I don’t believe in. No-one’s going to take my soul away.

Outfit Post: Blue Beret Goes to The Monuments Men



I took myself to see The Monuments Men at the movie theater at the Grove last night.



Blue beret – Jet Rag vintage shop, LA

Olive sweater – my mom’s

Blue skirt – Etsy

Ankle boots – Target

Gold hoops – Target




The movie theater itself is very pretty:





There are a lot of beautiful theaters and Art Deco-era buildings in LA and I’ve been to tragically few of them.

When I got home I ate some spinach on my mom’s China, drank some Royal Tokaji out of my grandma’s Grand Marnier glass, and finished (yippee!) my book about Victorian interior design.20140210-150756.jpgMy thoughts on the Monuments Men – it’s not necessarily great filmmaking, but I still enjoyed it. The editing is a little weird and a lot of the movie feels like a trailer as opposed to a movie. I think the problem is it’s trying to be a lighthearted action drama with widespread appeal but it could have been a great movie if, like its subject matter, it aimed to be fine art. What’s great about the movie, though, is it is entertaining to watch, I learned about a group of people I knew nothing about, and I was reminded of the vital importance of our artistic cultural legacy. It’s really beautiful to see people who fought and died in the name of preserving the master works of Western civilization and it made me feel inspired to learn more about great works of art.