my friends are talented.

  

My friend Scott Kaplan {photographer, videographer, Communikey documentarian} and I shared a few ideas about life, vision, and the pursuit of creativity in an otherwise disengaged culture (...we shared those things and a few old fashioneds in front of a faux fireplace at Scofflan). With so many ideas swarming in our brains, I decided to take him to the Bloomingdale Trail, a non-running elevated train track that runs for miles above the streets of Chicago. So these were the amazing shots that Scott took that night. He is really so talented. Check out his videos here. Love him.

HOLY SHIT! I'M STILL ALIVE!

No, silly, I didn't kick the can...I moved! That's right, I'm still breathing and walking, talking etc. So wipe that sweat off your brow. Here is what life's been looking like these days...

Sam Ng

This is Sam Ng. He is a fashion stylist in Chicago. He has a ridiculously amazing collection of baseball caps, some that he has embellished himself, others that he has found thrifting. Speaking of thrifting, we ran into one another at the thrift store the other night after we had both gotten off of work. I thought "Sam" when I bought this fake Gucci sweatshirt into my work (apparently, there are a few out there...ahem...Keisha Davis). We both own the very same matching faux Chanel silk starter jackets (unintentional). And he came back from LA a few weeks ago with a hunger for Tommy Hilfiger and other 1999 brands. He definitely brings fresh off the presses styles to the kids of Chicago. I heart him. He rules. End. Of. Blog. Post.

thrifted leather jackets

Finally...I found a leather jacket at the family thrift by my house for $9.59 and just sewed my faux-chanel patch on it! A few holidays ago, my (ex) stepmother gave me a faux chanel purse. My immediate response....do you know what I do for a living? tacky...anyway. I cut the c's out and now I have this. yay.

verk....

I bought this Mara Hoffman vest/jacket at verk the other day. It is so lovely. A pack of Japanese pickers flooded our store, lead by a seasoned (nice way of saying old) man with a leather biker cap, gigantic vintage 70s. blush shadowed lenses, black mock turtleneck, and gold+gem encrusted belt around extreme polyester bell bottoms. He was sort a complete asshole. Three of the ladies wore the same exact black fuzzy winter hats which looked like weird 80s hair band hair from afar. The other two wore face masks, all nice and sterile like. Anyway, they practically bought up our store and in the end gave me one of their eyeball rings. It has lashes. I gave it to Ari. Oh and that's Ari. And that's Jane in the red. We verk together.

and a very The Bachelor Vuh-Day to you too!

This is Ben. He's thee Bachelor thee 16th. He's looking for love and in doing so, leaving a trail of emotionally weak women sobbing on national television. Let's take a look at some of the ones that got away because Ben thought they sucked, shall we?

 Note: she is not crying from happiness.

You can watch the 45 minute build up in paranoia and self-deprication every Monday on ABC! Oh and happy belated vuh-day.