Summer in Sweden

I don't think I can further delay posting these photos from back during the summer in Sweden. Without any calculated, directional plan to adhere to, Conor and I were taking in just about every inch of this seemingly uncharted tiny region on the outskirts of Stockholm until we stumbled upon what seems like a pebbly skatepark, questionable for its existence at first glance.

Time Regained

American Apparel blouse & skirt, Louis Vuitton belt, Balenciaga shoes, Céline purse

Photography by Conor

Taking the long route to class was worth the Pacific Coast Highway morning traffic and unexpectedly intense sun exposure on cliffs overlooking a sky that matches the seawater. Avoiding beachwear during the winter sounds like the sensible thing to do but not when such a season feels pretty much nonexistent in Southern California. I'm surprised at myself for staying fixated on chiffon bow ties at the collar and plaid skirts for such an extensive time period, considering my inclination to promptly switch back my loyalty to basic cotton white button downs, little black jackets, and such of that kind. My guess is that they're classic enough to stand the test of time but almost always call for the additions of 21st century inventions like triple zipper purses and unclassifiable shoes!

The Lost Decade

Roger Vivier purse and shoes, American Apparel sweater, chiffon secretary blouse & plaid skirt

Photography & makeup by Griffin Kratzer

In recent times, I've been dressing like people did every day in the 60s with pleated skirts of classic schoolgirl plaid and the sumptuous bow tied at or near the collar. Reminds me of how Mad Men characters dress. Perfectly matching shoes and purses are rarely sighted nowadays, even though they probably shouldn’t be. In this case, I chose a patent red set by Roger Vivier with buckles defined by lots of squarish parts.

Tea Rose

American Apparel shirt, Theyskens' Theory pants, Alexander Wang shoes, Louis Vuitton belt

Photography by Conor M.

Things that are supposed to be conservative in the form of their original concept design are best when meddled with once in a while. A standard polo shirt, turns out to be more interesting when its hole punched. I put this one up against pretty much every variant of white I'm aware of and shoes that take after how I think some sea creatures are shaped. 

Traveler

Theory silk top, Alexander Wang shirt, American Apparel linen shorts, Chanel sandals, Balenciaga "Neo Folk" bag, Céline sunglasses

photography by Conor M.

Street crossing is taken to the next level with the existence of this bridge, equipped with elevators on both sides and a pair of staircases just for good measure. Of late, I have mainly been dressing with the intention of achieving the ease and lack of time-swallowing contemplation of outfit selection by starting out with at least semi-boyish, simple basics like button-downs, shorts of extended length, and conveniently designed messenger bags. Running into new ways of wearing this ridiculously see-through shirt (as a jacket, mesh belt thing, etc.) gives me hope that even potentially headache-inducing items can be forced to function not only well but in more ways than the one it was made for.

Habits & Passions

Carven wool jacket, Giorgio Armani silk top, American Apparel skirt, Louis Vuitton lace up boots, Rolex timepiece, Christian Dior vintage pearl earrings, vintage leather purse (Italy) - photos by Conor

The aftermath of the California rainstorm offered surprisingly reasonable conditions for dressing up in my formulaic, unusually-ladylike-for-a-teenager kind of way. I went about engaging the formula this time with a new part wool blazer that fools the eye into seeing orange sometimes and red at all other times. If fabrics had opposites, wool and silk would be just that. The equation is made complete with a standard skirt that I suppose is unstandardized with its pleating.

St. Regis Holiday

Black Forest coat, Giorgio Armani t-shirt, Theory skirt, Chanel purse and heels, Brighton necklace + earrings

Photography by Conor

Last weekend I stayed at the St. Regis at Monarch Beach to get away for a bit. Cavorting down deserted hallways lined with colossal mirrors and the kind of ballrooms that are ideal for echoing led me to this room flooded with sunlight that can confuse your eyes. I feel like the grand stairway plus piano situation and painted ceilings calls for luxurious fur over a sheer silk shirt - things that recall past centuries. The piano was tightly locked away. Otherwise, I would have done more than sit so primly.