(Mango leather jacket, 2020 Ave blouse, Isabel Lu skirt, Vintage Versace bag)

I was walking to 3rd Street Promenade when I came across this amazing green garage. The shade is soo bright…it’s like a sea foam green, one of my favorite colors. I demanded my friends to stop and take some photos in front of it. Kicking up my heels and acting goofy with Dylana and Shamime, we got some really fun, energetic shots. I actually wore this outfit the night previously, before crashing at my friend’s place in Santa Monica..hence the really scruffy hair and wrinkly shirt. I didn’t feel like packing an extra outfit so ended up wearing the same thing the next day (that’s our little secret)! I really should get on top of things like that before going out in public. Maybe then I won’t look like a giant mess! But it may be one of my favorite looks so I’m quite glad I got in 2 days worth of wear and tear on it! I’m already obsessed with this festive little leopard skirt. It’s shimmer makes it a perfect party piece. The super short length, on the other hand, makes my already too long limbs look freakishly more twig-like. Paired with one of my favorite blouses from my blog sponsor, 2020 Ave, I was ready to take on this sunny day by the coast…even if I could use a wash!

HAPPY WEEKEND EVERYONE! Thought I’d take you back in time into my day in Jerusalem during Tel Aviv Fashion Week! I’m am so happy that I had my camera on hand to capture these unforgettable moments. Just looking at them allows me to revisit them in my head so clearly. There in the last photo was our tour guide, a real Israeli. He was super sweet and did an amazing job…handling about 40 editors at once is not easy! We made our way to the Church of the Holy. The place was breathtakingly beautiful. The energy was so powerful, it’s almost hard to explain, but I hope my photos do it justice. Candles were lit, prayers were made…it was a relaxing, completely surreal moment. We made our way through the caves, to where the tombs lay. The architecture and decor were stunning. Along the way, we also climbed up an extremely narrow staircase to a high tower overlooking the entire city. Being in such a tight space was crazy, but I’m happy I made it up for the view was sooo wonderful and definitely worth the hike (and me almost falling down the stairs!) Then it gets more fun…my good friend Gabi and I are not much ones to follow the tour and so we ventured out a bit on our own. We popped into a wine shop and made friends with the owner. He served up some really amazing dark chocolate Israeli wine (IT WAS SOO GOOD…and strong haha). We laughed our heads off being the tipsy little lightweights that we are, sharing stories about our travels. Realizing we have escaped our tour guide for over an hour, we made our way to the Western Wall. The view of the wall was amazing…there were birthday parties, balloons, people everywhere. There, I was given a red ribbon to tie around my wrist. Apparently it protects you and keeps the evil away (I still have one tied to my purse). The Western Wall was like nothing I’ve ever seen before. To be where the stories of the Bible began was amazing. The Western Wall was separated…men praying to the left, women to the right. I finally walked up to it and there people were resting their heads against it, crying…it was very emotional, but all in all, a beautiful experience. I also really got to dig deep into photography my entire stay…it wasn’t easy working with all the different lighting, but with the way they came out, I think I did something right!

(Urban blazer, Gilt Groupe top, Joie leather skirt, Matt Bernson boots, Vintage Versace bag)

Skirts and HEELS…rarely does this happen. I thought I’d bring out the “i’m taller than you” girly girl I was born to be, naturally. But really, I don’t think I’ve worn heels (on purpose) let alone exposed bare legs in months. It’s just been too cold! Cali warmth has allowed me to reveal all though hehe. I pounded the pavement in killer booties, one super cool leather skirt, and a furry blazer that could pass as something made from an old carpet. Dressed as if I were ready for a late night dance party, I was actually more content making my way around your cul-de-sac.