I think I am having a manic episode. I don't have any mental disorders to date but for the past two days I have been inexplicably happy for no apparent reason. I am also bursting with ideas for all sorts of creative endeavors; this blog, drawing, photography, fashion, etc, etc, etc. This morning my roommate accidentally woke me up at 7:30 and I was actually really excited to be awake and start the day, which, if you know me, is INSANE. I am the anti-morning person. Seriously. I hate everyone and everything for like an hour after every time I wake up, but not today. Wtf.
After class I went to Buffalo Exchange, a consignment store in Berkeley for those who don't know, to try to find an oversized sweater for cheap that I could wear with my leather-looking-ish leggings. On the way, I saw this man:
And his gorgeous bike! Holy shit! Pimpin.
At Buffalo Exchange I was enamored by the purple and the blue shoes above. Unfortunately, they were too small for my feet. Between ninth and tenth grade my feet grew substantially to a size 8.5-9. My grandma came to visit me from Russia and asked me if it was something in the water in America that made my feet so big.
Instead of finding a sweater like I wanted, I bought these sexy little things. Vintage black leather gloves with red fur lining, baby.
Then, outside of our building Christine and I noticed this beautiful tag. Props to the artist. It was really small and subtle... um, that's what she said?
Classy.
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This is The Ultimate Butherface. For those who don't know what a butherface is, click.
This is untitled but it unintentionally came out looking like my dad if he did crack or something and got all wrinkly.
Then we went to downtown LA where I bought 3 LB of fabric for $6. I miss LA. Not "THE Valley", "THE Valley" sucks balls, but I must admit, Los Angeles is legit.
So Christine and I have a secret. It's called the Cellar and if you live in the Bay, it's on the corner of Dana and Channing in Berkeley. The Cellar is a tiny thrift store owned by some church and run entirely by adorable old ladies who play 1930's jazz and will give you completements and tell you you look cute in everything. I got the shoes in these pics, Salvatore Ferragamo, mind you (!!!) for ten dollars. They are in perfect condition too. Also the necklaces I'm wearing are from there as well, purchased for a total of 20 dollars. This place is fucking amazing. I would not expect designer shoes each time, but there are definitely good things to be found if you look hard enough. Keep in mind they are only only on Wednesdays and Saturdays.
shoes: Michael Kors, leggings: Target, dress: H&M, vest: thrifted, jacket: Anne Taylor Loft
And his gorgeous bike! Holy shit! Pimpin.
At Buffalo Exchange I was enamored by the purple and the blue shoes above. Unfortunately, they were too small for my feet. Between ninth and tenth grade my feet grew substantially to a size 8.5-9. My grandma came to visit me from Russia and asked me if it was something in the water in America that made my feet so big. 
Instead of finding a sweater like I wanted, I bought these sexy little things. Vintage black leather gloves with red fur lining, baby. 
Then, outside of our building Christine and I noticed this beautiful tag. Props to the artist. It was really small and subtle... um, that's what she said? Classy.
I spent the last four days in Florida at my parents' house, seeing high school friends and spending loads of time with family. Of course, I accomplished no studying what so ever, but I am going to rationalize that to myself by insisting that I really reaaaaally needed a break. Not that I don't give my self plenty of breaks from studying any way. My life is really bipolar; I am either in the library or inebriated.
I also drew this on the way back because I was inspired by the song "I wish I was a polar bear" by Ted&Francis from the Kitsune Maison Compilation 6. For those who don't know Kitsune makes the best compilations ever if you want new music but are too lazy to find it yourself.
