jacket: Y3 Yohji Yamamoto, 2011 | leggings: XJ.Boost, 2010 | shoes: Dsquared, 2010
lunch at Shilla. drinks meeting at The Bowery Hotel.
coat: Eastern Mountain Sports, 2000 | leggings: Adidas, 2009 | hoodie (underneath): Michael Kors (men’s), 2006 | boots: Gianni Bravo, 2006 | hat: SLVR by Adidas, 2011
it’s probably obvious but i stole this coat from a man. a pretty big person.
evidently he misses it and likes to say he “lost it in the settlement” ha ha ahaa.
jacket: Demoo, 2007 | sweater: Tahari, 2010 | dress: Geld Iaz, 2010 | jeans: Gap (altered), 2005 | shoes: Dior, 2005
yah so, remember that @pxthis Twitter handle i gave you? ha ha ahaa well forget about it, never mind. the “social media manager” (who was in charge of that account) and i have uhh parted ways, sigh. and i am still trying to figure out Twitter myself, so as of yet i have no idea what to do with that thing.
feel free to “follow” my twits @abbe_diaz if you like. but i actually don’t really say much, sorry.
drinks meeting at The Standard East Village. dinner at Acme.
sweater: Geld Iaz, 2011 | jeans: Gap, 2004 | eyewear: Chanel, 2004 | boots: Mare, 1998 | wrap: Geld Iaz, 1998
it’s over. but i don’t have a single photo to show for it like i’d intended, because my event planner decided not to show up at the last minute. so i spent the whole night nervous and drunk and busy trying to get everybody to sign video release forms– so we can cut off everyone’s heads and superimpose them on naked bodies to sell them as porn on the internet. (don’t ask; long story.) i barely had time to sit and i didn’t even get to eat a single bite all night.
somebody asked me, “so when’s the third book?” and i remember responding “it starts from tonight.”
vest: DKNY, 2010 | pants: Geld Iaz, 1998 | eyewear: Yves St Laurent, 2010 | boots: Michael Kors, 2007 | hoodie: Michael Kors (men’s): 2006 | bag: Celine, 2011
i’m kinda non-judgmental in general, so i tend to think that whether other people wear exotic fur or not is really none of my business. personally though, i feel it’s just not “me.” not my stilo. don’t get me wrong, i totally harbor some sort of colossal fascination with people who are able to spend such insanely exorbitant amounts of money– on garments— like, wow. but
whatever, just sayin.