as promised, here we are at true value vintage clothing located at 710 Robson St. Vancouver (604.685.5403) down the steps and off you go. such amazing finds, lots of stuff for dudes just as much for the ladies so you can both spend an equal portion of time shopping together, and not just the dude sitting crabbily on his blackberry while you whisk on by in dress after dress after dress. no not talking from personal experience at all ha. i wish fil had a chance to check it out. ahh well, more reason to come on back yeah. brad was v impressed and overwhelmed, as he only had a 20 minute window. true value has a facebook group.
gorgeous. if i had those victorian boots i’d keep them in a glass cabinet too, covered in titanium, in a vault with surveillance cameras, buried in the park.
hot.
also, new clothing on offer. i skipped those.
i noticed a lot of vancouver kids are into dressing like rainbows.
swoon.
shit pic, brad LOVES this shirt, it’s in the rotation now for sure.
i want to dress store displays too.
this is not a beer drinking outfit. what luck i was wearing my red belt that day.
where am i going to wear this next, wizard school?
whatever guy put that up there should get a raise.
animal, you’re so graceful.
ok last one, priorities here people.
flapper dresses from the 1920s!
without flash. i’m an idiot, this is something i should have tried on and bought but no, i’m a quantity girl. guess how much fil loves this about me. whenever i say to him oh now i can get rid of such-and-such, endorphins actually release in his brain.
how much do you want to shove your face in there? (oh on a sidenote we ordered the original debbie does dallas last nite and we lasted until the shower scene. we have 36 more hours to get through the rest. i hate modern adult films, so gross and TMI big time. i like natural tits and jungle muff) ok where were we, right, scarfs.
so bummed i didn’t even notice the heart frames and they’re only 12 bones. someone mail me a pair of pink/red ones please. (doubly so cos a pair of my shades were mysteriously destroyed one nite in your city)
blurry whimsy.
i know a few broads who must be seriously salivating right now.
also, something on deck for you murderer fans. wink.
ok that’s enough. raymi would like to thank the nice folks at true value vintage for the good times and good finds xoxo. if you go, tell ‘em raymi sent you.
here i am in the peacock kaftan again.
and this onesie just inspired me to fire up the wii fit.
rushed it a bit, had to pee, wanted the room to myself before the boys came back up. we shipped those books along with some other stuff, they’ll arrive in several weeks. oh and in that ck perfume sachet was also sarah jessica parker’s LOVELY perfume as well as some kenneth cole cologne.
pitt’s here. he brought me a bottle of jamesons (shocking) and paid for some espresso beans, i gave him some of my gift bag swag for the wife (hi viv xoxo!) ok he’s gone now.
we’re back, jet lagged. fil is wide awake, me, i could crash any moment. so many pictures to go through and videos and dumb stories. we had a wonderful time. i cried when we landed at midnite (toronto time) and it was officially my birthday and no balloons fell from the plane ceiling. forever an aging child i suppose.
here i am keeping fil company last nite he had to edit a bunch of photos for 9am this morning, this was after the warner after party at warehouse studios. so chi-chi.
getting ready, so so tired at this point and sucky i just wanted a cozy booth fireplace red wine mountain of steak, but i finally gave in.
last day at 25.
what a rip. no matter i bought five anyway.
when we entered the gala i thought mmmm salmon and then realised, not salmon. this was a fun experience despite having to inhale half a bottle of moet to get the nerve to introduce myself to feist. everyone was half in the bag/hung/drunk/tired so it was gong show circus blabbermouth with the best people watching outfits one could hope for. plus i was sitting beside mark (hi mark!) and he was on, i was on, blah blah bla lots of laughs. we had to beat it out of there cos fil was due to shoot something that ended up being cancelled cos said artist was not made up yet so we raced out for nothing while i was stuffing my maw with salmon and tenderloin and not gonna lie, i was l-i-v-i-d. just a tad. we got over it though.
first time being on the los angeles version of the gibson bus. such a dream.
how much do i want to go back here don’t ask.
before. preciousrebels are the peeps behind this amazing piece of work.
after.
i think i’m gonna start buying lottery tickets or brad and i will finally start that side project duet act cos i’m kinda sick of pauper posing amongst the haves and drinking my anger away. yeah, cos it’s totally working.
happy birthday to the minx! (that’s me)(tomorrow) happy face/sad face.
they didn’t make it to the brew store in time yesterday so finally gave in on the minibar. most expensive and delicious beers of the trip i’m sure.
great polish, what shade is that?
ok so now i attempt to pack up all the things i over packed plus the new acquired things. stress stress stress. i’ve decided to forgo showering, first time since we left, dont judge me.
stay classy you guys next time you see me i will be 26.
