Yesterday I found myself staring starry-eyed at a painting in the Oakland Museum of California.
A museum, you ask? Why yes! And I didn’t randomly google “things to do in Oakland” on my phone while waiting in line for coffee, find a list curated by some dude in 2011, look up OMCA on google maps, somewhat begrudgingly pay $15 to get in, and waste 5 minutes strategizing with Austin on our loop approach given it closed in an hour forty-five. No no. Culture just finds me. My delicate little eyelashes merely flutter awake and there it is: exquisite art.
This particular time is was 1957 Ford. An oil painting on canvas by Robert Bechtle. Isn’t it beautiful? It really is, and even more-so in person. I cherished it so much I took a blurry photo on my phone and made it my wallpaper. A true modern act of love and respect.
All of this to say: the painting’s simple blocky feel, bright whites and muted blues and greens has infiltrated my purview (it really is my phone’s wallpaper) and this morning as I got dressed I was drawn to the same palette.
Are boyfriend jeans paired with high-tops a one-way ticket to Stalkytown USA? I’ve thrown proportion to the wind with these babies and wear them with everything now.
*Broken record sound* Buy your boyfriend jeans in a thicker, sturdier denim, do the Lyons double-cuff, cut holes in the knees, and never wash them. I can’t stress these tips enough. */broken record sound.*
Another repeat player for me is this felt baseball hat (#sportspuns). Whenever I find a hat large enough to [vaguely] fit my Neanderthal-proportioned head I find within myself a deep sense of loyalty and gratitude.
“You’re head can’t be that big!” I promise it is. Here I am, pictured adjusting my hat after it shimmied off my oversized skull:
So…I must ask, is ~art~ inspiring your look? Are you a life-long learner constantly seeking culture like myself?! Do you wake up in museums too?
Alternatively, please do contact me if you’d like to critique Jurassic World together. I have thoughts.