Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Viva Las Vegas

Turns out a little blog crush of mine, Garance Dore, was in Vegas at the same time as us. And some cowboys too. There were stetson hats and cowboy boots as far as the eye could see.

Our cab driver on the way back commented on how crowded the airport was going to be because all the rednecks were going home (his words, not mine). He said in his country (Jamaica) if you get on top of a bull to ride it, they'd arrest you. That tickled me.

Photos via garance doré

PS: this also means that the Sart was there. And yet somehow he missed my leopard flats. Shocking! Shocking I say! .


  1. i know! the whole time we were in paris, i was keeping my eyes peeled for scott, hoping he'd want to do a whole spread on me. because you know, i'm just SO fashionable...