When I first decided to move to Los Angeles, the first thought that entered my mind was how beautiful the weather would be all year round (not really) in conjunction with further misconceptions or common per-conceived notions us easterners have about LA’s urban identity. A place where obsessions with who you date and what you look like solidify you with power and status, where there’s more mini strip malls than bookstores, where lines to buy the next exclusive sneaker release are longer than the lines to vote (damn millennials) and nail salon gossip that consists mainly of which Kardashian said what rather than discussions about local or national politics. To be fair, some notions aren’t true and are conversely misleading about my newly adopted city. What nobody tells you is just how really hot it is out here, marching in these sweltering temps is an ambitious undertaking in this dense concrete jungle. A step every ten feet affirms an ounce of boob sweat (hashtag boob sweat, the struggle is real). It truly tests your endurance. And it makes it difficult for a girl making money moves (listening to Cardi B way too much obvi).
Which is why linen deserves a spot in your wardrobe and remains the predominant fabric of the summer especially since it’s light and breathable to wear. It’s my style policy to acquire as much linen as humanly possible. Pick a blazer in an earthy hue preferably and it will keep you cool all season long. But hey, don’t listen to me; FAKE NEWS! Now, if you stalk me on Instagram like an ex, you’ll notice this net bag I’ve been carrying proudly from Mango has been following me where ever I go. It’s not as heavy as it looks but it’s charming, practical and durable just like I like my men. All white underneath this perfectly cut blazer virtually pulled together by a chestnut brown belt for a fool proof look ushered by my black strappy babies.
Speaking of Instagram, follow me because I will be answering your questions tomorrow on Insta-stories and feel free to check out my latest outfit posts on my page.
In need of a change, my journey to the city of angels started about a year ago when I packed my bags, dog and (oh yeah, I forgot) the guy I call “boyfriend” and drove across country to California and never looked back. Bouncing from state to state, we dug our heels in and immersed ourselves into gypsy life driving on the open road; singing in unison while bopping our heads to the best road soundtrack ever. Culinary highlights included drive thru or local diner; loading up on carbs like we never ate before (sorry not sorry), mad-lib games between rest stops and bunking in cozy little motels. All in all, not too shabby. I cannot help but think back fondly. The perfect road trip in a nutshell. I highly recommend the experience at least once in your life.
Fast forward a year later, life as we know it got a whole lot brighter west of the Mississippi. Unfortunately, living here in Los Angeles, you’re surrounded by tan, fit and happy people (you used to poke fun at) til it starts to rub off a little. For instance, I swear the invasion of the body snatchers took over my body and force-fed me my first kale smoothie post Pilates workout (a notorious LA ritual), leaving me feeling like a true Angelino. I then proceeded to walk home in shame like many east coast born LA residents before me. A born easterner myself, who is genetically predisposed to hate the west since birth, I vowed (that day in fact) to always remember my roots of speaking fluent sarcasm and to carry my designer bag full of cynicism.
Although much has changed, my personal style hasn’t. Spring (or LA for that matter) cannot keep me from donning my go-to uniform of head-to-toe black underneath a plaid printed jacket; simple yet effective to further melt into downtown LA, sporting my lucky raw hemmed denim, patent leather ankle boots; accompanied by my fav accessories; Le specs and Filt net bag. Believe or not, Los Angeles is chilly enough for outerwear.
Now some of you might recognize me from the previous blog, Everyday Renee. It was my first concept of learning the amount of work it takes to create digital content. Initially, when I got the opportunity to move here, I jumped at the chance ultimately deciding new zip code, new name…Always Chasing Rainbows. It is still dedicated to my aunt Renee. Sorry for the prolonged absence, as you can see it took a whole year to finally get my shit together. Honey, I’m home.
P.s. Sorry I didn’t get a close up of the boots, next time-still a little rusty.