Just off Silver Lake Blvd. in front of one of those unbelievably ornate gates that protects an even more unbelievably unadorned house. For some reason that combination is just so typical and yet never fails to fascinate me.
I bought this amazingly slouchy top from a little Brandy Melville store that I stumbled across while illogically searching for the fire off I-405 because it’s the first near city fire I’ve survived and because people just tend to be drawn towards life-threatening but not immediately dangerous things like that. I had been haunting their online shop for months now but never actually bit the bullet so you know I wide-eyed tourist wandered through their store for an unhealthy length of time after spotting that pink heart sign, and the store definitely did not disappoint. Their pieces are as perfect for the 102 degree weather that we’ve been having in L.A. as they are addictive.