Took a lil field trip with my shorty over the weekend — Thanksgiving in Tucson. We stayed downtown at Hotel Congress — when they tell you the rooms over the club are loud, believe them. When they tell you the Bloody Mary’s are bomb, also believe them.
Damn, last night was so incredible (especially this photo of the three of us looking like a total mess). I had the opportunity to art direct the 30th Anniversary Gala for My Friend’s Place in Los Angeles – hosted by Jack Black.
Bold title – but I’ll take it. Recently I gave Society6 a little house tour & some advice on how to turn your own apartment into an urban jungle Paradise.
Breezed through Refinery 29’s, 29 Rooms, Los Angeles with the NCLA squad on Wednesday. It was hella tight and a bit of my sadness from missing the one in New York has subsided.
Hit the VMAs with yung Kameron (who’s wearing chain Nº002 here, btw) on Sunday. It was cute. Not the *actual* show but the ~experience~. I’m not sure who decided to let what’s-her-face host but for me that was a boot.
We spent most of our time waiting in line for beer/bathrooms but did manage to catch Kendrick opening the show which was honestly insane. And Pink’s Vanguard performance was wild with the car and of course her speech that had everyone sobbing.
I feel like I’ve talked about it since I first moved to L.A., but I finally got to experience the Madonna Inn for myself. Checking in felt similar to how I envision entering the gates of heaven. It was the perfect pink mix of tacky and white trash with so many elements for me to analyze and critique — I’d reached nirvana.
This song goes so hard. I love this bitch.
Enjoy your weekend!
Spent pretty much the entire day drinking Miller High Life from a coozie that said ‘Listen, Cowboy, I wasn’t lookin at you. I was lookin at your TRUCK!’ on the roof with my cousin and Laina – embodying our white trash fantasies.
We planned nothing other than our outfits and weren’t sure we’d be able to see fireworks from the roof but once 8:00 hit, you couldn’t NOT see fireworks. So that was glam. Also how bomb is this USA leather jacket from TSL and the photo my neighbor snapped?
Fuck. Me. Hard. This song/video came out today and holy Paradise. Stating the obvious here but this is so fire and the aesthetic inspiration is fruitful.
“I’m too hip to hop around town out here wit ya.” Come on.
Pretty obsessed with this Nails snapback from Valley High for many reasons, mainly because it’s literally #me.
RORY: AFTER DARK 