Clothes in Winter

I raided the moms stash of amazing vintage while back home

coat from 1990 - woodstock

amazing red coat circa 95'

blue roses coat snow deer belt

keith haring sweater

Various Tables in New York

I’ve returned to LA from my yearly NYC trip all I did was eat n play

A lady of the time: Millar’s Son

I am a now woman, as the years turn up and timestuff passes by
I have grown into proper position which women have never been and never will be again
The current lady whose blood and psyche is the keepers mixture of quote masculine fervor and quote feminine instincts; a hybrid of swans and wolves.

You can sleep in any bed you choose – you can build and empire on the glass graves of The Brook

my mother in to 70's

a bow my mother made from me- passing a crown

Desktop Scramble

all the screen shots I have on my desktop- it kinda fits
I kinda never fit in…

West LA ure giving me the sads

I’m mid-flight right now with a mass of hipsters and a broken entertainment system missing the Amir and his Style is Forever mantra. West LA is as cool as is it wretched with the persian maffia and the proximity to the beach I really can’t get enuf… This past week I went to the Hammer to check out this crazy bitch Eva Heese-

Very Good Girl

these girls wear bows

bowjie shoot outtake

they are very good girls

If I had My Way

If I had my way I’d live somewhere between Bastille and West Egg with Daisy and Marat
our house would be under a constant layer of mist and we’d eat raspberries with gin
occasionally we would break into dance listening to alan belt “if you kiss me, if we touch…”
our headbands would be made of fur and fit like crowns, we act like little girls at a ball … tamales are served on Sundays

HardRain/SoftWater

It is pouring wild animals in the west-
I am now back on solid foods since my tooth was replaced and am devouring mac and cheese with spinach to stay warm.
I wish I was in bed with my lover, the flea was rained out so I’m home making bows and don’t dare to go outside not even for a yoga flow.
I’ve been listening to Chopin all morning and re-reading Didions Year of Magical Thinking.
Le sigh-

we will pack our bags

I am leaving for home in a few days and have begun to assemble the Sita in NYC holiday look book for real time.
Whenever I go back to the city I try t take very little because between TopShop, Joyce Leslie, my moms closet and Patricia field I need another whole suitcase to come back. This year I’m doing the whole 60′s bohemia in the city thing complete with vintage sweaters with pearl detail and glitter micro mini dresses and of course my best Bowjies!

Pearl Cashmere Sweater (vintage)

harem pant- let the sun shine-

orange moomoo yes please

high wasted magic

Send-up the Clowns

Isn’t it rich?
4 part duex of my send-up x-mas gift series I went even more high brow in choice of artist work – for my third and final instalment I will only cover a single female artist from the 60′s to complete my overwhelming feeling of better than you and “my daddy…”

Popova, Untitled 1917 MOMA

Matisse Jazz Series 20's

Klee Dream City, 1921 Private collection, Turin

Daumier The Lawyers, 1860 Hammer

Rothko No.10 1963 ???