vintage coat/ vintage dress/ coach belt/ kimchi blue shoes/ nordstrom's sunglasses
ay. angela and I went to l.a.’s warehouse district on friday and wandered around and blinked against the bright sun. the warehouses are like individual planets. you can look through painted glass windows and see bare rooms, sheepskin rugs, broken lights, stages, china cups, faces.
most of the warehouses have brick walls with chipped, rust-colored paint. some are covered in sprawling murals, paintings that climb from one building to the next and then simply...vanish.
the streets are empty. can't you just see two outlaws drawing their guns and taking aim? as I've said, as I've said, I like the old west. visit angela's blog here.