My beach is better ;)
Can I just say how ridiculously happy I am that the weather is warm again in L.A.?! Yes, I knew winter would eventually be over, but I feel like this was the longest winter in history. So over the cold. Anyway, I celebrated the gorgeous weather with a  much-needed beach day. Fun fact, I try to go to the beach during the week because it's less crowded. If you're able to, sneak away on a weekday, you won't regret it! Anyway enough talk about when to go to the beach. let's get into the reason for this post: a very interesting, random, confusing, semi-traumatic incident that occurred a la plage. I originally did an obnoxiously long snap story about this, but so many people kept asking me about it, and also Snaps and IG stories only last so long, so here we go...



If there's one label I wear loudly and proudly it's of being a woman. Withe all the trials and tribulations that come with just being born female, I wouldn't change it for the world. I'm also obsessed with other women. Not in a creepy Single White Female way, but I get so much inspiration and motivation from other women. So you can imagine how exciting the Women's March was for me this past Saturday. What an amazing and historical day:750,000 people marched in L.A. alone! I've never been more proud to be an Angeleno.  Think the final count was about 3 million people worldwide. People even marched in ANTARTICA!!!!



Wednesday night, I took my obsession with all-things French on the road...ok, so it was only to Downtown L.A., but coming from WeHo, it was kind of a trek. L.A. traffic ain't no joke. I actually like going Downtown, though, and it's given me some of my favorite fashion moments, my first go-see, my first runway show, my first time styling for a film production, and of course so many memories shopping with my Mom on early Saturday mornings for fashion finds. Downtown was also the backdrop of my 30th birthday celebration,  also known as Talk Thirty to Me. Brilliant.