July 3, 2014

‘merica

TWELFTH AVENUE

TWELFTH AVENUE TWELFTH AVENUE TWELFTH AVENUE TWELFTH AVENUE

Tank: rag & bone/JEAN. Shirt: Madewell (similar). Jeans: Joe’s (similar). Wedge sneakers: Converse. Bag: A.P.C. Watch: Burberry. Bangle: Daisy. Sunnies: Ray-Ban.

I know you’ve seen this shirt a billion times already, but c’mon, you knew I had to bust out the red, white and blue for the Fourth of July. Funnily enough, I’m locked up serving my civic duty in court today, judging the guilt or innocence of my peers, which is sort of a nice coincidence, right? I mean, if I have to be called for jury duty, it might as well be at a time when patriotism is at an all time high. (Or low, depending on how you feel about the World Cup.)

I’m super stoked to celebrate our great nation’s independence this year. Kels and I, along with our fellas and a smattering of friends, are headed to central Oregon for a good old fashioned lake-side camping trip. I’m talking fishin’, hikin’, drinkin’, roastin’ ‘mallows, SUPin’ and all sorts of other activities beginning or ending with apostrophes.

Happy (almost) birthday ‘Merica.