Call Me, Maybe

I’m not big into pop music, but there are few songs out there that turn me into the teeny bopping Britney Spears loving fan I never was. Before I even know what’s happening to me I’m belting out all the words to a Miley Cyrus song as if I’m standing front row at her concert, “I ♥ You Miley” sign in hand. But we’re not talking about Miley here (though I still love “Party in the USA”), we’re talking about Carly Rae Jepsen (note: I just had to Google that) and how horribly amazing her song “Call Me, Maybe” is. Song of the summer, right there.

Moving forward…

How rad are these swan pants? I wore this entire outfit them over the weekend and loved them too much to leave them hanging in my closet, so they made a second appearance this week. Though I must say they stretch out rather quickly and I felt like I was wearing pajama bottoms as opposed to the tapered trousers they once were. One good toss in the washing machine and dryer should fix that though.

On another note, apologies for the lack of outfit posts lately, we’ve had insane rain and humidity these past few weeks and you can’t blame a girl for not wanting to go stand outside in the rain and take pictures. More to come though, I promiii! Already coordinating a look called the “wet rat.” Stay toon-towned.

{ Zara sweater, thrifted t-shirt, Topshop trousers, Yves Saint Laurent bag, Ralph Lauren sandals c/o }

// photos by Emily Malan