Last weekend, being silly while waiting for a car inspection at Pep Boys in Park Slope.
This weekend, heading upstate for some fresh air, food straight from farmers and good times.
///leather jacket, fur vest & velvet bag, vintage / hat, really old H&M / shoes, clothing swap / have no idea where I got the scarf ///
I have too many clothes, yet often feel like I have nothing to wear. Sound familiar? Most of us would like to simplify our lives (and our wardrobes) yet, Americans own more stuff per capita than ever before and storage companies across the country are banking heavily on our hoarding-tendencies.
On my recent trip to Palm Springs I started think about how I always tend to travel with the same key pieces and wondered it I could live with them and only them. Maybe? Read all about my Travel Wardrobe Philosophy here.
I love the desert. It seems to bring out the crazy in people (which is usually a good thing). Never thought a city girl like me would like it so much. Maybe I’m really a desert girl…
Lots of Angelenos come to Palm Springs to get away from the city, and I love seeing how they dress for the occasion, it’s like LA-eclecticism on steroids. You’d have to go and see for yourself…
This outfit was my interpretation of city girl in the desert. Dark and basic, yet very comfy and casual.
/// tank, Marshalls / denim flares, thrift store / Havaianas flip flops from The Standard Miami / very old hat from H&M / faux leather fringe bag, Lindex / necklace, Brooklyn Charm ///
On our last morning in Palm Springs, we decided to get up early and go to a horse ranch. It’s been at least a decade since I was last on a horse. My Frye boots were perfect for the occasion (wouldn’t want to go riding in flip flops or heels, the only other shoes I had brought). Smiled to myself when thinking about how my Stella McCartney jeans would probably be seriously frowned upon by real cowgirls.
It was 7:45am and there was still a chill in the air.
I love the smell of horses, it reminds me of going to the stables every week for riding school when I was little.
We were going to ride up there, into the canyons, eventually reaching a real desert oasis.
The ranch workers (cowboys?) took the horses out and gave each of us one. Mine was named Jack and liked to walk really close to the horse in front of him (“don’t worry if he trails close, he’s just like that”).
At a leisurely pace we made our way up the mountain. (See mom, I wore a helmet.) Immediately comfortable in the saddle I wondered to myself why I don’t do this more often.
Happy and dusty, we came back to the ranch two hours later. It was warm now, but only 10am—perfect time for brunch. Such a good morning.
It feels slightly frivolous to post pretty pictures when so much of the world is in despair. It’s time for us all to help Japan recover. It may seem far away, but the earth is round and everything is interconnected. My heart goes out to the people, the earth and the ocean. Growing up in Sweden after Chernobyl, I vividly remember the aftermath of nuclear disaster and how long the effects persisted (still). We can only hope and pray for some form of recovery.
The best thing you can do to help is donate money to a reputable aid organization. Sadly, there are unscrupulous people out there, trying to benefit from our desire to help. Here’s how to avoid the scammers and make sure your donations reach those in need.
WHO: Johanna Björk
