YOU CAN’T SIT WITH US

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I had a blast on this shoot, for the first time – ever really – I felt completely comfortable bringing someone with me on my shoot. I enjoy the alone time I have shooting my blog on Sunday’s … but this particular Sunday my boyfriend was with me, and his interest in my world wide web metropolis provoked him enough to come along, be a stand in, and even model for me. If you recall me mentioning, I still shoot my own photos for my blog (I’m a skilled tripod & remote girl), but there is something so satisfying about being in control of the entire process … styling, shooting, editing etc. Plus, when things go awry, the only person to yell at is myself. There were too many photo’s from this post not to share …. forgive me

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Can I just start by saying THANK-YOU! holy shit. I knew you were interested in my life … people tweeted, emailed and commented that they were excited about my last post – but honestly, I had NO idea I would of had the amazingly supportive responses that I’ve had, not to mention the biggest hit on my blog. So, deeply, thank-you.

In saying thanks, it is interesting to tell you that the response – from everyone – has been nothing but kind and supportive … this includes the people the last post was about … to whom I didn’t tell before I was going to divulge (rookie mistake).

As time truly does heal all wounds, it is fascinating to be a witness to my own life. I am an incredibly impulsive, live-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kinda girl. If you know me personally (like, in real life) you will know that honestly, the craziest things happen to me – I’m talking about block buster movie disasters and love scenes. Both good and bad. Insane and fortunate. Crazy follows me … but as the boyfriend says to me constantly “fight crazy with crazy baby“.

Now of course it would be cruel not to give you some glimpse at some of the colossal things I’m talking about – and as I blog more I am sure more stories and details as to why these things seem so abnormal or colossal will come up – but the coles notes version starts here.

I’ve managed to flood an entire public school by throwing keys to a friend and hitting the sprinkler on the ceiling, drenching and damaging everyone entirely. I’ve been in a fight with a gang. Totaled my car. Snuck backstage to see Coldplay and score VIP tickets for being so ballsy. Booked trips the same day as leaving. Traveled with Kylie Minogue. Had my apartment burn to the ground (not my fault). Traveled the world. Graduated top of my class. Attended a couple of seasons of New York Fashion Week. Started a successful company. Been to 89 concerts all before the age of Twenty Five.

Now that list may not seem too insane, trust me – it’s not detailed – plus I missed all the gossip haha, but patience my friend … or at least try.

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HAT: NY Yankees // Borrowed a la boyfriend
SHIRT: You Can’t Sit With Us Tank // Brandy Melville
BRALETTE: Black Lace // Wilfred // Aritzia
SKIRT: Pastel Pink Chiffon // JACOB
BELT: Gold Buckle // Vintage
SHOES: Black Straps // F21

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So I am obsessed with music, I always reference tunes … I know a few people care – but I’ve found a way to make it a lot easier to listen to what I post – you have to have a rdio account – but it is 100% worth it and free to stream!

new-music Livley Up Yourself // Bob Marley

5 comments on “YOU CAN’T SIT WITH US

  1. jess @ barefootandboho on said:

    Omg. I want this entire outfit. I am so in love!! Great job, girly!

  2. Marissa on said:

    Seriously, I’m loving this personal look into YOU. and HEY EVERYONE, I’m one of those super awesome cool people that knows Kendall IRL so be jealous ;)

  3. dee on said:

    great post lady k! xoxo

  4. Ali Mackin on said:

    LOVE the skirt I am soooo in the market for skirts like this for summer. Ha you are pretty skilled at photographing yourself!

    Ali of

    Dressing Ken