Mama Tried.

Blogging is hard work. Even harder when you have a family of pets to feed, a clothing line to run, an ice cream/mobile pop up shop that just launched, and new clothing lines you're developing on top of the other ones you were developing in addition to the one you had. Know what I mean?

Well, regardless, one must have a life in addition to all these entrepreneural pursuits. So tomorrow I'm putting on my best cowgirl books (yes, the ones with the holes in the toes), getting in my '65 Ford Thunderbird, and heading to the Ink 'n Iron Festival at the Queen Mary. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a Rockasilly, and I don't frequent tattoo conventions despite my collection of awesomely bad tattoos. "Remember Pearl Harbor" anyone?

So why go? The reason why I have a Mama Tried tattoo (told ya I have bad tattoos). Merle Haggard. The Hag himself is coming to Southern California and I'll put up with all the flaming dice tattoos and pomade in the room just to hear Okie from Muskogee for the umpenteeth time. 

Enjoy the below, somehow I don't think the set dresser got the memo about the song Merle was planning to play that evening.

Breaking News

Yesterday the LA Times Style Section reported khakis, excuse me I mean chinos, were back. Gee, ya think? Read about it here, if you must.

Appropriately enough, I was wearing my  Pas de Calais chinos when the news broke.

Vintage plaid shirt, Pas de Calais wide leg chinos, Tretorns, and J. Crew utility bag.

Hate bathroom self portraits.

But love my outfit.

Keeping it neutral like the swiss. Perfect for running a few errands and meeting with my publicist today. She'll probably advise me to not take anymore photos infront of my toilet.

American Apparel boatneck top, J Crew city fit chinos, vintage boots.

Hey There Cowboy

Ahoy there sailor. My bathroom acts as a tribute to my favorite types of boys. 
Gay archetypes.

Ain't got nothing to tell you.

Brown/blue/brown.

Clark's Desert Boots, J. Crew matchstick jeans, and a James Perse tee up top.

Oh and pigtails. Rocking it like the boys, only better.

Where the Heart Is.

I take a lot of pride in my apartment. It's a mix of kitsch, hunting lodge, man cave, and mid-century modern. When you put it that way, it sounds weird. It's not. Or atleast it's not strange to me.

Here are a few shots we took for an article on me and my apartment that may or may not happen. Either way, it was fun.

Various goods collected over time. Artwork by friends, found photos and more.

Bought it off my handyman for $20 bucks.

 

The Duke and The King. Velvet via Tijuana.

Moto fixation and flapper fixation.

Union soldier hat, Louboutins I never wear and asst. necklaces.

Bedroom girly things. Makes up for the not so girly things elsewhere.

Bedside reading.

Generally not stoked on photos of myself. This one can slide.

Fast Talkin, Slow Walkin

Good Lookin, Mohair Sam. Slim Harpo could charm the pants off of any lady.

Rule 23: Fix It (1001 Rules for My Un-Wed Husband)

Even if you can't fix it, try to. Pretend. I'm none the wiser.

Plus, I just like watching you bend over.