My favorite part of being on the road was getting to see pure, unfiltered America. I grew up in a very multicultural environment: my parents are from Argentina and never fully assimilated, I go to a French school with an almost completely French curriculum, and most of my friends are foreign in one way or another. I only really know English thanks to the extensive amounts of media I have consumed throughout my life. Consequently, I've lived in the heart of Los Angeles my entire life and I don't know the rules of football, I've never been to Wendy's or Wal-Mart, and I have never seen a real life suburb. I know, it's weird.
This road trip satisfied my obsession with an "In Cold Blood" type of americana and a Virgin Suicides/Edward Scissorhands perfect pastel suburbia.
"The suburbs, the final battleground of the American dream, where people get married and have kids and try to scratch out happy lives for themselves."
It does not get any more 'murica than this. I love it.
If this is not the cutest thing you've ever seen, you're lying.
Urban Outfitters jeans, mom's hiking boots, American Vintage flannel, Brandy Melville top, Forever 21 hat |
Needless to say, I was feeling very tourist-y, hence the mismatching prints and hiking boots.
P.S. I've discovered that I don't like hiking. It was cold and there was no cell phone reception and the only source of entertainment was my parents (gross, right??).
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