I know, that's a horribly unimaginative title. It left a bad taste in my mouth too. It's been a rough week and I'm just now getting to go through the San Francisco photos. My brain feels like it's been juiced in a cold press and no refreshing libation is rising from within. Ok, this day was a windy one, which explains my Michael Jackson mouth. Sort of. After this jaunt to the John C. Portman designed Hyatt Regency we walked and clocked a total of 9 Irish Coffees. The Buena Vista, it's really all it's cracked up to be.
Trousers--Zara
Loafers--Alexander Wang
Socks--American Apparel
Blouse and Tank--H&M
Vintage Gold Belt
Sun G's--Karen Walker
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