Festival Style: Los Angeles edition

I've had the goods for this soon to be excellent post for almost two weeks and yet, I've just been sitting on it...blame it on classes starting, working a big person job far away or the generally frantic desire to get drunk with friends I haven't seen all summer...whateva, a weird combination of laziness and ultra business is cramping my style.  No pun intended. I've also had to do some renovations around here as of late..new year/new semester/new look, which took some time to perfect.  Anyways...

I got the super sweet opportunity to hit up FYF (Fuck Ya Fest) at LA Historic Park over labor day weekend. So yeah I had to "work", but luckily my bosses are mad cool and whiled away most of my shift feeding me delicious vegan food in the artist's tent. Post-shift I was allowed to frolic around the festival and do whatever I liked, which was so fun.  Warpaint, Father John Misty, M83, Tycho, and Sleigh Bells fucking rocked. (...there the f bomb goes...) It was a cool venue with a visually arresting crowd...people watching and street style was half the fun, really.

 

I'm an inside (wo)man now

turns out PR is a very dog friendly job

 

Sunday schedule

  

Chili Beans, a weird Brazilian sunglasses company that sponsored

Backstage at Sleigh Bells - soo epic

And now for the fun stuff. THE CLOTHES.  Like I said before, I was rubberneckin right and left trying to look at the kewl stuff everybody was wearing.  The general dress agenda seemed to be donning the most minimal amount of clothing as legally possibly.  Granted, it was hot and dusty as texas/hell, but frozen lemonades, cold air guns, and more high-wasited shorts/bandeau combos than a person could count made it all bearable.  I had the pleasure of running into my sexay fried Matt and my gal Mirna, both of whom were looking all around rad.  I have one thing to say, and one thing only: Givency nose ring.

look into those baby bluezzzzz

 

 

 

Mirna who showed up on Vice/Noisey's Hottest Kids at FYF feature because...well she's making that bodysuit work hard for her and it's workin good.

small outfit details from me...Dolce Vita booties, which I managed to ruin in the tanbark and dust, H&M shoulder bag, DIY black beaded bracelet, studded leather wrap bracelet handmade in Rome, and my sweet ass production pass :-P

rebellion

In a recent fit of rebellion I dyed my hair...pink. Ever since my days as a preteen dirtbag (hah) I've had the secret desire for my hair to look like the inside of a pack of tropical skittles.  Spoiler alert: I needed to maintain some semblance of presentability, so was just the ends that I dyed. But still. Rebellion. Pink hair. They go together, no? 

So the best part about this (probably momentary) rebellious streak is that the color is going to last about as long as my attention span for any given stylistic excursion (approximately 2.5 days).  The color came from straight up artists chalk, also known as pastels, but NOT to be confused with oil pastels.  If your 3rd grade class ever had art time, you inevitably drew with these babies, and if you haven't, then let me be the first to tell you they are GREAT.  The chalky consistency deposits tons of pigment so your work comes out looking super vibrant and rich.  Luckily enough, the reason you can use the chalk on your hair is pretty much the same reason they're so fun to use: lots of pigment.  Starting with dry hair and dry chalk the color looked crazy bright and stayed on for a good 24 hours, with some of the colored powder sprinkling itself on my shirt, sheets, and towels. Fast forward to the morning of my last wash and I started pouting because I liiiiiiked the pink and I didnt waannnnaaa wash it out!!! So I started working with wet hair and crushed up chalk. The result? The sickest awesome fuschia color one day and a beautiful cotton candy pink on day 2 and 3.  Currently on day 4 we'll see what this wash does...
Up next: barney purple and colbalt blue