It’s true what they say: all that glitters isn’t gold. Sometimes it’s silver and comes in the form of high-shine, reflective surfaces on a hot day in LA. Having clearly awoken on the sassy side of the bed, I was antsy to express my inner rockstar today. The one who shamelessly flaunts a shocking pink shirt as a dress and pulls on knee-high snakeskin boots, no matter the temp. Move over, jeans. This one’s for the glitterati.
Photography By: Cole Moser
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