Top: No idea - super old
Shoes: Topshop (similar here)
We happened to turn down a random side street on our way home and came across this set of garage doors. As we passed by, I realized I actually took pics here during our first week in L.A., except the doors didn't have this huge bloody, crude, and amazing message on it. I thought it was ironic - not only have these garage doors changed in the past four months but so have I. Just like that, with a slap of paint. Change my scenery and I feel a bit freer, a little more out there, bolder, ok with where I am today and not really sure where I'm going to end up but on a very uncharted path to getting there. I wear less makeup, and I talk to strangers. Basically I'm starting to really not give a shit, much like whoever it was that took red paint to these once pristine garage doors. I wear faux suede leggings and white sneakers and it feels good and I don't care about anything that doesn't (make me feel good, that is).