Stereotypical Summer

Midriff bearing top, check. Cross body bag not strewn across my body, check. Coachella-y, aztec-y skirt, check. Sneakers because you're in between Flirty Fresh and Indie Chic on Seventeen Magazines crosswords to pin pointing your summer style, checkkk.

In actuality, my summer style is a mixed bag. Partly because the average start to my day is anywhere between 10 and 12:30 am. At which point the day is practically over–because I never have anywhere to go– so pajamas transform in to dayjamas (or just clothes). If I'm really feeling frisky, I'll put on running shorts and that t-shirt I got from participating in a soccer camp in 8th grade.  Not to be forgotten are my trusty Birkenstocks and a bed head  bun.

But then there are those days when I have to go places. Those specific days call upon my grey denim cut-offs, a breezy tank, some unexpected sunniness and likely more Birkenstocks. In my pre-summer ventures shopping in New York, I discovered the crop top. Though I'd always asserted that crop tops evinced the type of naval exposing, Lollapaloozing gal I surely was not, but Zara changed me. There was a stereotype there that I wasn't quite buying into, and then a Zara sale came along one Spring Break afternoon, and it was in fact OV.

The rest was history. That history being documented in the following photos.

So I threw on one of the many crop tops I now own courtesy of Zara, a frilly Isabel Marant-esque skirt from H&M, my completely out of season velvet Man Repeller for Superga sneaks, and painted my nails for the first time in a solid year.

Tell me, where does one find a Lolla scalper?