I spent the past few days up in the Napa Valley at the inaugural Bottle Rock music festival and I feel a bit like I’ve just returned from some sort of awesome NorCal utopia. The festival was everything I wanted it to be and more, with sets by favorites Best Coast, the Alabama Shakes, the Black Keys, Jackson Browne, Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros (and a zillion other badass groups), plus Napa wine and food, festival fashion, and a whole lotta sunshine. We posted up at the Silverado Resort, which has a serious Caddyshack vibe (in the loveliest of ways, I promise) and were able to spend some time exploring downtown Napa due to the excellent placement of the festival grounds.
All in all, a very successful first year for a festival that I hope becomes an annual tradition.
Sanctuary jeans, Wilfred for Aritzia sweater, Minnetonka boots, Oliver Peoples sunglasses, Shawl knitted by my grandmother
Is there such thing as too much mint? I’m gonna go ahead and say no. That said, I have a tendency to find something I like and run with it (til it runs out), so I’ll let you know when I find the limit. Limint?
Blue and white has always been one of my favorite color combos, but in years past I’ve been hesitant to wear it in winter months – something about it seemed a bit too suited toward warm weather. I’ve changed my tune lately, however; that Golden Gate seems to go with everything, no?
I know there are about a gazillion features on holiday party dressing out there on the interwebs right now, but I couldn’t resist – party dresses are awfully fun, aren’t they? And let’s be honest – events of all shapes and sizes are plentiful this time of year, and we’re going to need something to wear.
Dress+blazer+boots is such an easy go-to ensemble for fall, and ease has been pretty high on my list lately with the cross-country move and all. When everything you own is packed away in one suitcase or another, the fewer items you need, the better, so stumbling across your easiest wrap dress while digging through a mass of clothing is pretty exciting.
I recently discovered something awesome about pleather pants: While at a bar last weekend in New York City, a girl sitting across the table from me dumped an enormous glass of red wine into my lap, and while the white top and leather clutch I was carrying soaked it right up, the red wine just rolled off my pants as soon as I stood up. Pleather win.
However, given that the washing instructions of said pants reads “wipe clean with a cloth,” the repellant quality seems pretty important.
On a completely different note, if you do anything at all today, please VOTE. It matters.