in stasis

The new "normal" hair, ordained by the aforementioned Bumble and Bumble, and paired with a drooped head by way of persistent sun rays. Somehow, shine and grit can be a harmonious concept. I've finally come to a point where an all-purposed morning routine has begun to materialize, though curiosities still have me in permanent cliffhanger. For one, that already-overblogged about Surf Shampoo looks mighty convincing. Still, I'll try not to deviate from the current plan, using this post as prime meridian point for the months to come. 

(Zara shirt, Ray-Ban wayfarers)

Stripes are a no-brainer for surf-themed conversation. 

the bumble method

Top Shelf theme withstanding, I've come to herald Bumble and Bumble's ubiquitous Surf Spray as a quotidian haircare element. Previous hype over how this tiny bottle can take you to the beach and back (without all the sandy minutiae)  has been verified, and now, I've signed away the bare seconds of every future morning to equipping myself with surf ammunition.

Living proof of professed beach hair is coming next...

misted

Heather henley in high ISO, coupled with my own dermal godsend. It only took a three-month DIY clinical trial (indirectly curated by Into The Gloss) to figure out that Avène is capable of bottling miracles. Case in point, their Thermal Spring Water, more-so a heavenly elixir for the skin than just a water mist. Insanely good price point aside, you can actually feel the mist neutralizing malicious skin particles, so I'm perpetually bound to the stuff.

(H&M henley, Avène Thermal Spring Water)

Pardon the random beauty theme but the idea of a male Top Shelf has permeated my mind.

this is not an oasis

I took it upon myself to sway in my own palm paradise-cum-remote Coachella space, just without the ubiquitous ferris wheel and hippie populace. Lived it, did it (read: not interested). Establishing key summer moments, you know? Consider: sun filtered photographs, homemade pineapple elixirs, thermal spring water...pretty much solidified tokens of the season for me now. An ancient button-up chamois shirt from French Connection and some frayed Levi's that are boisterous in their fit are my natural attempt of channeling these vibes. Like Summertime Sadness only without the melancholia. Dramatic.

(French Connection shirt, Levi cutoffs, Ray-Ban wayfarers)

Imagine some Lana Del Rey hymn for full thematic effect.