Tag Archives: Free People

Dashiki will see you now.

  After alienating half the breathing population last week, I thought I’d scale things back with a little post. About a shirt. I pitched my old legit stained dashiki (because I am not legit enough for pit rings that are not my own) and traded it in for this little number from Free People. It’s […]

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Wodehouse on Wodehouse: You need some new catch phrases.

[Antique mother of pearl collar + Free People plaid sequin yoke button down + Current/Elliott stiletto jeans in leopard + some shit kickers.] “There is no surer foundation for a beautiful friendship than a mutual taste in literature.” -P.G. Wodehouse You guys I think it’s time we talk about P.G. Wodehouse. Brilliant English comedic author, […]

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Hot water.

[Sam + Lavi button up + Free People trapeze slip + Sam Edelman boots + Vanessa Mooney vial necklace] Thought I’d push something out into the void, Internet! Here’s a little taste of RVA for you… a few things I managed to do & see around the hood between stretches of near-constant work for the […]

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Happy day of birth, Roberto!

[Daughters of the Liberation jacket + Moyna sequined vest + AG legging jeans + Sam Edelman boots + Sam & Lavi blouse + Anthro feather necklace + Dannijo bag. Most important is the beer: the beer is Saison DuPont. Write that down.] Took my number one dude down to the river for a pre-birthday dinner […]

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Oh, I’m a mean old daddy, but you like me: The story of “Carey.”

[Current/Elliott jeans + HTC belt + Truly Madly Deeply tank + Free People kimono + Vanessa Mooney jams.] The other day Rob and I were pouring beers in the kitchen, watching a series of vids from the new KOL documentary, Talihina Sky. Rob—who plays guitar and sings better than he’ll ever give himself credit for—loves […]

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How do you afford your rock ‘n roll lifestyle?

[AG Legging jean + Sam Edelman Luella OTK fringed boots + Free People Keep Me tee, maybe the best thing ever stitched and sewn on earth + Vanessa Mooney Eeva Necklace + Made with Love bracelets, vintage turquoise, Billy Kirk cuff, etc.] Well, your CD collection looks shiny and costly… how much did you pay […]

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Chris Robinson, my style icon.

As if you already didn’t know there was something sort of wrong with me, my style icon is, in fact, most definitely a dude. Aside from Karen from Californication [that post, incidentally, gets more hits than any other post on C+C, and her character is pretty much a female version of Chris, what with the scrappy […]

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Don’t think twice, it’s all right.

[Staring at Stars fringed tank + jacket, Free People shorts + Luv AJ sheet metal cuff/anklet + Shaashi necklace + vintage turquoise.] The brilliant David Gahan of Depeche Mode once said: “I still hold on to the idea that a record can really change the way I feel.” If that’s true—and I believe it is—I probably […]

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They call them ‘standards’ for a reason.

[80/20 shoes + Free People One pants + Linea Pelle belt + Bailey t-shirt + Club Monaco necklace + FP cuff + Made with Love in Brazil bracelets.]

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I love [the] Black Girls.

[Hell Dragon, by Black Girls.] You gotta check out this RVA band we saw at Balliceaux the other night. So upbeat and bad-daz. We shook it with the hipsters and drank PBRs until the wee hours, then ducked into the sleet to hit up 3rd Street Diner for some late night breakfast. And chicken fingers. […]

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On the clock.

Visited the Bo at the ‘office’ today to bring him some lunch and ended up paying for a pour. (Or two.) Dig my new Free People kimono: perfect for trips to Kroger for multiple boxes of Peanut Butter Cap’n Crunch (my own holiday tradition), rainy day molding about, and fostering ambiguity about whether or not […]

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The streets all ripe with jewels.

[Staring at Stars t-shirt and bra, Urban Outfitters + Free People shorts + Sam Edelman booties + Dannijo purse + Low Luv pendant.] My father wasn’t a big man. He was only inches taller than my mother—scrawny, almost, but strong—with hair that was always a little too long, unless it had just been cut, in […]

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