this little flea went to market

fun in the sun at the Fairfax flea market


really great place for style inspiration and apparently, beads


the guy at this booth took a liking to celiner, I'm thinking he's the guy for her because he wasn't turned off by her sass. he tried to get her to buy a locket, hopefully with his picture already securely inside p.s. notice john coltrane, celina you're missing out


this woman does your hair for you, and I'm ok with that


this would have been one of two in a series of sequined apparel but our amigo wasn't so stoked on us snapping pictures of his goods. he redeemed himself by tracking down amigo numero dos so celina could grab some moccasins from his stash. we would have stolen them but apparently there's a heavy bond between flea market sellers, and our karma has already taken enough of a beating


sick delivery tryke

back on track yakkity yak

our lives have been a frenzy the past few weeks graduating college and all, but I'm thinking that since summer has rolled around more posts will be available for the three people who read our blog, including Celina's mom Linda.

Let's clear this up:

We got this one fox hailing from Hermosa Beach, CA who likes art and packing secret pieces away in her Honda Element. Most creative person I know who also manages to satisfy my ugly clothes craving with constant summer trips to the thrift store. One time, we wore cut-up muumuus to a gay club in Hollywood and rocked the shit out of them


Celiner!


I'm not about to write my own bio but I have bad case of blond hair that I rarely ever brush. One time, my friend Laurel (sharksinthecity.blogspot.com)!!! put some dreads in it for me. They were rad(ical)

Yessica! at her stylish


put em together and what do ya get?! A: a tribe of two. duh


I wish this girl would join our wolf pack. Apparently she's Karl Lagerfield's new muse. She started with dj gigs at fashion events so I guess I gotta start wikka wikka-ing on some turn tables for the trendy elites. Leigh Lezark, you kinda scare me:



on a scale from one to penis...


sooo in to this, watch me go stud up everything I own with my bedazzler


the skinny

leave ya with a choon!


remember those punky ballads everyone loved in high school a la rise against? vaguely reminds me of that. that and the band in the peasant class on the Titanic, right before it went down and the party had to end. too soon?

this monday is the summer solstice. the longest day of the year which means, yes, more time for watermelon and cold beers at the beach and making out and peach season. or more time to crossdress and act like a rockstar.

anyway here are a few things i'll be thinking about for the summer of 2010...

1. travel. i'm trying to get to vietnam, the grand canyon, italy, connecticut, and god knows where else along the way

2. catching up on movies i know i need to see... the list so far is grey gardens, lolita, a very long engagement, easy rider, out of africa.... any more suggestions? please?!

3. camping. in style.

4. giving my ipod a much-needed revamp, and trying to manage tickets to outside lands in golden gate park. their tagline is "music. food. wine. art." how could i not be down?

and keeping up a wish list...



wildfox couture



coach bag



chanel iman... what a betty!

you ain't artsier than me

I don't care what you know or think, this witty individual has style. And just like all the great masters of our time, no one appreciated her until she was gone. RIP Clarissa, you really did explain it all. (Melissa Joan Hart is not dead, her vastly superior counter part, however, is).


basically, m.i.a. don't know shit about clashing color patterns