Just a typical day in Venice. Perman-stoned kids in the grass, tween skaters tearing up the bowls, steroid pumping men on Muscle Beach and always the 70 year hippies still living their forever dream. Typical. And there are two types of people in this world: the ones that are meant to be in and appreciate Venice, or the ones that should never step foot there. Personally, I am in love with this west-side dirty paradise where the most rich and the most poor come perfectly together upon entering Venice Beach.
It was a day filled with little adventures with my favorite person in one of my favorite dresses. UNIF did it well on this one, it's the comfiest cutest dress everrrrr. Paired with my filthy Converse and some leather on top: Venice perfection.