Hello, Moto... Benso Photo.

My friend Shaun is an incredible photographer.

Needing a new publicity shot,
I called on him to take some photos of me
that were neither too predictable nor out there.

I headed over to his studio,
some random outfits in tow,
and pulled up to this total babe on a motor-scooter.

His name was Gunner
(of course it was)
and he was picking up his proofs JUST as I happened to arrive.
(perfect timing)

*Gunner, the adorable motor-biker, as captured by Shaun

But I digress.

My POINT is that Benso Photo
(Shaun BENSOn: photographer)
not only made me feel like a supermodel all afternoon,
he fed me Mexican coffee, played groovy tunes,
and captured shots I am completely amazed by.


*Please note: none of these have even been touched UP yet...

If you're ever in need of a brilliant photographer,
please do call on him.

And Mr. Motorbike, you can call on ME anytime.

xx

Happy Birthday, Thir-ty!

My thirtieth birthday is coming up.

And I want to celebrate it with more than just

the traditional dinner out with friends and some wine.

This year, I'm dreaming of going with the girls to
the Parker Palm Springs,


to lay by the pool,


get a Sugar Daddy
(scrub treatment, rather)
and take a nap,


then eat a delicious dinner

*Mister Parker's

and have a few cocktails while dancing the night away.

Maybe Sunday will have to be spent

antiquing,

*Dazzles, the best antique store

window shopping,

*Trina Turk Residential

and mexican-lunching

*Las Casuelas Terraza

in the deep desert heat.

Is it too soon to start packing my suitcase?

xx

April Showers.

I had the best dream last night.
*a fantasy, more like it

I walked in to a shop somewhere in wine-country
(good already, right?)
and there was an ENTIRE WALL displaying
Hunter Wellies
in a million colors and patterns,
and you could (GASP) custom design your own pair.

*maybe it stemmed from seeing this Jimmy Choo version a few days ago?
as close to fantasy as it comes...

The weather has been remarkably dreadful
these last couple of days...
(which really hasn't been a problem as I've been
tucked inside the new cottage tinkering away)

but I realized that it is nearly May,
and that the desert heat is about to fall upon us
like large down duvets in a sauna.

It made me already a little nostalgic for those cold, rainy days
where I get to jump about the city,
looking chic in boots that make me feel like
a 6 year old.

I guess I'll have to find a summer-time replacement
for that feeling...
maybe its wearing white eyelet-lace dresses,
carrying a purple parasol.

Maybe if I miss them too much, I can add these,

and turn on the backyard sprinklers.

xx