Bar Bouchon is a gorgeous spot in Beverly Hills that my sister and I have become obsessed with. Tuna tartare with quail egg? Yes, please. We invited about seven friends, grabbed a private table out on the terrace by the lawn, snuggled up under a heat lamp, and ate to our hearts content. Halfway through dinner, John and I received a text from our best friend Clint demanding us to drive up into the hills to hang out with him immediately. So as usual, I ended the night up at his place with eight gorgeous boys around the fire swapping stories and tales from their past over drinks and pizza. Not a bad Friday night. Actually it was just what the doctor ordered. Ah, if only my Lize was here, life would be complete! I am off now for brunch and shopping with my man. Happy Saturday loves.
Snuggling next to the fire with Clint and his baby Reiner, the best dog in the world.
I was feeling a bit 80's punk metal mixed with some of my inner ballerina from childhood.
Vintage Parasuco Black Denim Jacket with Metal Hardware from Scout
Alythea Ruffle Sleeve Crop Top
Alice + Oliva Pink Chiffon Handkerchief Hem Skirt
Hansel from Basel Gold Shimmer Tights
Chanel Pink Crystal CC Pendant Necklace
Shashi and Presh Stacked Bracelets
Various Emerald, Noir, and Chanel Stacked Rings
Dolce Vita Persius Steel Plate Wedges