meet your new beau.

I think I'm going insane. While taking my shower today, I found myself daydreaming about beaches while singing along to Feist's "Sea Lion Woman" which was loudly booming on the radio. In my mind, there I was, laying on Malibu beach (or was it Laguna?), eyes shut, gentle beads of sweat making their way from my eyebrow all the way down to my neckbone, due to the warm sun beating down on my golden skin. I sit up on the lounging chair, tuck my coral-painted toes into the heated sand, acting like an oven against the smooth arch of my foot. As I cock my head to one side, I slip off my eyewear & catch a glimpse of the waves crashing against the white shore, suburban families & Rodeo Drive afficianados prancing along against the pictueresque backdrop.




As rainpours & snowstorms are all I have to look forward to here in Canada, the comforting month of July is what I now live for: Los Angeles, here I come.

At the moment, I'm already mentally preparing my suitcase. If I could get my hands on a vintage Fendi carrier, worth at least two grand, that would indubitably be my luggage of choice, but suffice that I don't have the money to accomodate such a purchase. Besides, it's the inside that counts.

Of course, I'm not only seeing LA. I'll also be spending a week in Palm Springs, and we may swing by Tijuana just for the fun of it. But personally, the City of Angels will be my highlight. All of those pictures I'm constantly browsing through on the internet, of Ashley, Cory, Rachel and Lindsay, that's where they are. They're perusing shops or sipping Starbucks - and soon, so will I. Needless to say, the Hollywood girls I've been eyeing for years are my inspiration for this trip.



zoë.

ps: expect a post in the near future featuring the articles i plan on packing & details on my voyage.