Top 4 Thoughts of the Day

1. The Coachella lineup official rating: eh. Not thrilled. Too much EDM. Not enough old school awesome (no nostalgic hip hop act, a la De La Soul)

2. I’m crossing my fingers more than I’ve ever crossed hoping that the Music Box closure is only temporary. Desperately awaiting Dr. Dog, Trombone Shorty and Nada Surf (among many others I’m sure) in the near future. And waxing nostalgic over my favorite LA concerts (which all happen to have taken place at the Music Box): Raphael Saadiq and Two Door Cinema Club

3. MY CAR IS IN LA and I’m beyond nervous to be out there among the crazy LA drivers. Show some mercy, please

4. My transformation to total ’90s babe is almost complete (see: new christmas present. thank you boyfriend for fueling this slammin’ wardrobe)

Shark Freestyle Watch

dadsaretheoriginalhipster: Your dad wore neon before you did and he’s got a pink shirt buried in his closet to prove it. His wardrobe was a rainbow technicolor nightmare. Opening his dresser drawers was like staring into the sun because his tees were a radiant bitch-slap to your eyeballs. Each day he looked like a highlighter had vomited across his outfit and stained him with its luminescent sickness. The fashion world called him a bright-tastrophy, but lady gazes were always fixed on his flash because he stood out from the drab backdrop of society.  So hipsters, next time you’re glowing in the streets after channeling a 1990’s color palette in hopes that you’ll be fresher than the freshest prince, remember this… Your dad could wear neon because he was noble, just like the gas.  Special thanks to paillettes-phosphorescentes for today’s photo. this tumblr speaks to me
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dadsaretheoriginalhipster:

Your dad wore neon before you did and he’s got a pink shirt buried in his closet to prove it. His wardrobe was a rainbow technicolor nightmare. Opening his dresser drawers was like staring into the sun because his tees were a radiant bitch-slap to your eyeballs. Each day he looked like a highlighter had vomited across his outfit and stained him with its luminescent sickness. The fashion world called him a bright-tastrophy, but lady gazes were always fixed on his flash because he stood out from the drab backdrop of society. 

So hipsters, next time you’re glowing in the streets after channeling a 1990’s color palette in hopes that you’ll be fresher than the freshest prince, remember this…

Your dad could wear neon because he was noble, just like the gas. 

Special thanks to paillettes-phosphorescentes for today’s photo.

this tumblr speaks to me