I know my trip to LA was already two weeks ago, but it has just been one of those months!!!
As I brave the fresh snow that has warned of winter for all of us, I am definitely dreaming of my sunny (and warm!) shopping heaven that is Los Angeles.
I told you all about Melrose in my last post, and now it is time to head to a few other favourite spots in Hollywood.
Of course you could hit Rodeo drive and Beverly Hills in all its extravagant glory….(this was sitting in the window- need I say more?!).
However, I like heading to the outskirts of Beverly Hills- scandalous, I know- and hitting up Robertson. This strip still oozes with Beverly Hills attitude (just have lunch at the Ivy to see what I mean), but without the Rodeo price tags.
I, of course, went to All Saints, my love of loves.
With antique sewing machines in the window, I renewed my love affair with this brand by spending plenty of time oohing and aahing over the asymmetrical knits, perfect rock ‘n roll cocktail dresses and to-die-for jackets.
I stopped in Seven and LF…but then it was off to the piece-de-resistance: Kitson.
This store is a sensory overload of a retail experience.
Fringe and bling, combined with comfy casual pieces and accessories that would look good just hanging in your closet.
I was smitten with this camel fringe jumbo shoulder bag that was studded with gold along the bottom.
Robertson and BH could be enough for any fashionista, but I had to squeeze one more street in before it was time to head back and brave the cold.
La Brea near 3rd is filled with home decor spots and there is one shop/yard that I adore.
Sell & Rent (how obvious is that name?!) may look like a junkyard, but it feels like a shmorgasborg of old movie sets.
I was trying to figure out how I was going to fly home with a giant blue sparkly high heel chair…
(“Oh, hello officer, no I didn’t go over my spending limit. What’s this? Just a paten leather high heel chair I always travel with…”)
They also have these amazing light-up letters that you can buy to spell anything.
And one last stop on this shopping extravaganza: American Rag.
Part vintage store, part designer haven, this place is stuffed to the brim with cool duds and retro finds.
So, as I sit here, looking out my window at the blustering winter that is sure to be here any minute, I can dream of my vaca and relive LaLa Land with a killer outfit bought in LA.
That’s a sure sign of a good trip.
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