A few photos from one of my favorite photographers and friends, the talented Neil Favila. I heard of Neil’s photography before moving to LA, so to have him snap my pics is very flattering. Very thankful.
Click here to see more of his work. Make sure you’re not busy, because you’ll spend a lot of time looking!
♥ BB
A few more shots from my impromptu “One Pu$$y” shoot with Val.
Ok, it’s more like we spent two hours prepping for the Y-R-U party, got lost, thought we arrived, took photos, realized we were still lost… Whatever. The grimy Olympic intersection worked and I am amped on the ten-minute turnout.
After the DimePiece ladies posted my picture to Instagram (thank you!!), I received a lot of inquiries on my shirt, jacket and makeup. So here it is:
Top: DimePiece Designs
Jacket: Goodwill
Shorts: Calvin Klein (purchased at Goodwill)
Shoes: Y-R-U
Makeup: NARS
Makeup Artist and Photog: Val
Lots of love to DimePiece and Y-R-U for keeping it real. Both are amazing brands and this cat suggests scoping them STAT. Meow.
♥ BB
Posted a few more here too.
If you’re in LA, come support my friend Christian‘s photo-slash-art show Saturday night. Stay until Sunday with after-hours festivities.
♥ BB
Thanks Endeavour for giving me a fly-by!
NVSV GVNG
♥ BB
Eleven years ago today, but it still feels like yesterday.
“Bessie, turn on the TV. A plane just hit the World Trade Center,” Dad yelled.
I ran upstairs and turned on the television, just in time to see a second plane hit. It gave me goosebumps, partially because it looked like a movie but mainly because I knew, even at 14, it was something more.
Eleven years later, and so much has changed. Some might say for the better, others argue for the worst. To be in NYC for September 11th is an odd feeling. I walked home last night and saw the tower lights. An eerie reminder of what remains.
Walking to work this morning, in my American flag button-up, New Yorkers smiled and nodded. It’s gorgeous today, much like the morning of 9/11. I can only imagine what New Yorkers must have felt, seeing smoke billow up in the clear, blue sky. It gives me chills just thinking about it.
Regardless of beliefs on who flew those planes (and honestly, after much research even I’m not sure) it’s a day to remember the lives lost. Remember the heros who sacrificed their lives to save others. Be thankful for what you have. Tell friends and family you love them, because in a New York minute, anything can change.
♥ BB
A few snaps of one of my now-favorite street artists, The Typo Terrorist.
First spotted his work on my bike ride to work. Imagine my surprise to come to NY and see it scattered around Soho and the Lower East Side.
A few other tags include “Slavery has evolved, it’s called unpaid internships” and “Corporations United… No, Citizens United sounds better.”
Thoughts on this street art? Do you agree with the artist’s message?
♥ BB
Happy Labor Day!
Sending lots of love from NYC and The Cultue of Me. Here’s a few snaps from Le Bain on Saturday. Fools Gold knows how to throw it down.
Met two really rad ladies as well. Masha, from LA, and Aimee, a recent NYC transplant from SF. Needless to say, I am amped on my bi-coastal friendships.
Click here to scope the entire set from Swimming With Sharks.
*Huge thanks to Jane for this vintage patriotic number. Let’s just say it got me noticed! ;]
♥ BB
