Amusement parks: where style & class go to die.

Because no birthday should ever last less than a solid week, last Wednesday meant a birthday celebration Part Deux with some of my nearest and dearest girlfriends...at Cali's largest and most famed amusement park. Not having been to the theme park since I was a child, I was excited for the mid-week adventure to Anaheim. What I found, beside roller coasters and a hint of nausea, is documented below. Beware, residents of major metropolitan areas, theme parks should be considered foreign, if not alien, lands. The residents there--a different breed. The style--questionable if not non-existent.

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NY Fashion Week: Erin Wasson x RVCA

There was much buzz yesterday about the Erin Wasson x RVCA show at NY Fashion Week.

I have only this to say...

I am so glad crimped hair is back. I knew this would someday be big again and my 9 year old crimping efforts would not be in vain.

And Ke$ha...put on some g'damn pants.

[Image Credit: Refinery 29]

Shop: There is no godly excuse for TubeFlops.

I was in Santa Barbara this week. And while I'll get to all the amazing parts of that trip in a later post, I need to get the worst part of the adventure off my chest. In an outdoorsy store on State Street--you know, the type of shop that sells hiking shoes and godawful tie-dye yoga pants and straw hats with detachable water bottles--I came across TubeFlops, or what may otherwise be described as the most offensive shoe to ever enter my line of vision.

TubeFlops are, as the name might imply [if you're the type who appreciates cutesy contractions like Brangelina and Cockapoo], part tube sock, part flip flop. And they are awful. The only possible explanation for their purchase is if you are dying for a pedicure in a cold-weather climate. To which I'd suggest you skip the foot grooming before stepping into these monstrosities.