Somewhere in Southern California – Spotted early this afternoon as we made a soft right off PCH onto Topanga Canyon Blvd. was an older female hitch-hiker with leathered skin in expensive hippie guise thumbing for a ride. My girl-friend and I both shook our heads as if to say, “That is so 1965! Honey, you know you could get murdered delving into that kinda activity.” A little ways up from that scorched mess in withered cut-offs was a mass of a middle aged man who resembled a dead boyfriend of mine, shirtless and crazy from the heat, who clearly looked like he was on PCP. His eyeballs, possessed. His soul, on fire. Catching the demon’s gaze had we both throwing up in our precious mouths.
I boogie down for my hometown [the greater Los Angeles area], full of assholes and their buzzards for pets.
Somewhere in Southern California – It had been a long time since I’d drank from the well of the kitsch tiki gods in their artificially queer environment, a vintage tiki bar. Tiki Ti in East Hollywood and Tonga Hut in North Hollywood both served in quenching this city island maiden’s thirst. Both joints have limited seating, amazing bartenders and decades old decor dressing their interiors. The drinks I enjoyed were extremely fun and worth every penny.
The outfit I wore to Tonga Hut is the look featured above. The 1950s vintage replica Polynesian dress [Collectif] I paired with assorted stacked bracelets and bangles [AliExpress] and Polly of Hollywood-style black sparkle mules [Bordello]. My animal print abstract catseye 1950s style sunglasses I later gave away to a dear girl friend who sweetly hounded me for.
If you are out west and this scene is your thing, please do yourself a favor and dive right in. You will not be disappointed.
Somewhere in Southern California – Some thing, some other worldly manifestation grabbed and held my paralyzed hand within the maze of the Hollywood Forever cemetery and again while on foot in Thai Town. I was not scared just startled. It was not a negative experience only jarring. These minor incidents proving that spirits do walk among us, the well intentioned and the ones filled with rage and ill intent.
Today’s look consists of a white 1950s style button-down blouse [Zaful], black belt with gold clasp, black and gold hip scarf, black cotton 1950s replica cigarette pants [Piplotex] and black canvas lace-up espadrilles. The sparkling black catseye sunglasses and stacked bracelets add a touch of pizzazz to this crisp and easy summer outfit.
More sight-seeing and reminiscing to be had on foot as I head back to my old Los Feliz neighborhood. Going to grab a bite to eat later with old friends at Umami Burger.
Somewhere in Southern California – Mother and I are having an early morning baking session before the summer heat turns itself all of the way up. I am very happy to have this shared moment with her. Later today, I plan on gifting one of my siblings with a vintage David Cassidy program/ photo book [*above] I found thrifting last summer. She loves 70s-era David. It’s so damn cute.
Today’s look is comprised of items I felt embodied a cool 1940s-style summer feeling with a fruity cocktail to match later. The tropical print shirtwaist red dress [Wen Grace] worn with a rope belt [Villven] match each other wonderfully. The red, yellow and green carved resin bangles, circular bamboo earrings, cherry red hexagon shaped sunglasses [Shauna] and beige leather low heeled open toe shoes [Shujiin] begged to be paired with this vintage styled thing I have going on. The leopard printed handbag and eggshell colored lace parasol are for walking later the afternoon sun.
John Anthony Genzale [b. July 15, 1952 – d. April 23, 1991], better known by his stage name Johnny Thunders, was an American guitarist, singer and songwriter. He came to prominence in the early 1970s as a member of the New York Dolls. He later played with The Heartbreakers and as a solo artist.
The people of Ghana have some talent for sure. If it were not for the rampant crime and violence I someday would like to visit the land, see their [outsider] art and perhaps witness a funeral procession using a fantasy coffin. Fantasy coffins symbolize not only the deceased but the life they embraced or truly wished to live while on Earth and will continue into their next life. These coffins and the skills at play are jaw-dropping.
Somewhere in The Carolinas – It has been a month and a half since I began taking Chantix to stop smoking [The taste of cigarettes is now not pleasant to me if I picked one up] and six months or so since I quit drinking morning, noon and night [I will drink socially among friends and acquaintances, which I see rarely, which means I hardly drink anymore]. My nerves are jangled and I am chronically in a mood as my body is finding its’ normal again. There is far less nerve pain which strikes but just less often.
I present to you my Friday night stay-at-home music to kick off the afternoon and evening. James Ingram I nabbed for Yah Mo Be There . That song is so good it gives me phantom period cramps. Same goes for Michel’le’s helium-filled hit, No More Lies  and Jazzy B’s Soul II Soul with Keep On Movin’ . I am working on getting my R & B/ Soul/ Hip-hop of the 70s through the ’90s pulled all the way together right now. It’s about time and the feeling is good.