photos by Conrad.
All Saints boots and shirt. Zara shorts. Guess bandeau. Random jewelry.

Rag n bone. Seems to be the first phrase that comes to mind when I wear this new get up. No, of course not the brand, but you get the picture. While I was in NYC I came across a store in Soho I had yet to discover in past visits that I have completely fallen obsessed with. All Saints. Perfectly grunge I will say. I'm pretty sure as soon as I stepped inside the store I immediately shifted style preference to everything that draped across a hanger and sat on a shelf here. My eyes now only latch onto anything apocalyptic-like when browsing shops. My feet will be planted in these boots for all eternity as far as I can tell at this point. I think this also may have something to do with the awe inspiring end-of-the-world ensemble that Mila Kunis struts around in her recent movie The Book of Eli. Just saw it, you have to know what I'm talking about. No one should be able to look that cool at the end of the world.

I have partaken in my yearly ritual. New York City. God, there is just something infatuating about that smelly, dirty city. Maybe it's the hellish cabbies running eachother off the road, or the addictive aroma of honey roasted peanuts on the sidewalk. I dunno but it's fucking special. What I do know though is I bought way too much shit and I now officially have no place to put everything. Must find more closet space.