curse the infamous california weather!

I took advantage of these last days before the blazing hot SoCal sun sets in to rock a sweater while not drowning in my own sweat. As happy as I am that summer is coming, it also means incredibly hot weather, which means no layering! Gone will be the days where I could wear a sweater over a dress, tights and a bulky army jacket and still be appropriately clothed. How am I supposed to be super stylish if all I can wear outside without melting are booty shorts and tank tops? However, despite the struggles that ever-perfect Cali weather may pose, I refuse to don the ubiquitous Brandy Melville graphic tees that seem to be the staple of every teen girl around LA. I vow to maintain a certain standard of originality when dressing myself this summer, even whilst combatting the scorching heat.

This isn't actually my outfit, although I wish it was, so i can't say where I got it from. All I know is that the sweater and skirt are from a boutique in Japan.

summer moodz

Maybe I've watched The Virgin Suicides too many times or I've seen too many psychological thrillers, but I've become strangely obsessed with the idea of a seemingly peaceful and aesthetically pleasing suburbia that pretends to be society's idea of perfect normality... when really there is no such thing. In public, kids prepare for college, honest men play golf in the park, and women dutifully wait for their husbands to come home from work; but behind closed doors, couples fight, teenagers take up smoking, and corrupted money exchanges hands. Fake smiles are eternally plastered on the pale faces of young housewives even as they become increasingly unhappy, limited by the burdens of strict moral codes and the judging eyes of gossipy neighborhood women. The kids who once promised themselves they would never be like their parents end up becoming replicas of them, and those who refuse to conform are exiled. Perfect appearances come with nasty thoughts and extreme manifestations of inner anger and repression, which lead to the downfall of the city.
The decay of a once beautiful place is just as interesting to me as a society in it's prime. Memories accumulate at the same speed as the dirt and graffiti that slowly envelop once-clean walls.
This song represents the eeriness  that I'm fascinated by.
"Your daddy's rich and your mama's good lookin"