(Heartloom tank; Woodleigh skirt; Pucci scarf {around head}; Lizzie Fortunato Jewels necklace; South African woven cuff; Mosley Tribes sunnies; Zigi Girl sandals)

To a New Yorker, the idea of an afternoon at the mall is absolutely frightening... either you're headed to Herald Square to check out the ever-inspiring Victoria's Secret cotton of the moment, or better, you're headed to Long Island or Westchester to a real...live...mall. Over the bridge and through the woods...
But then there's the L.A. "mall". The one where shopping {outdoors} coincides with fresh blossoming Hibiscus flowers in every direction, the one where train tracks housing a strikingly similar cart to the Full House tram run the length of the stretch, the one that just makes you want to stop and say...
Let's BLOG!
LA is really getting to my head...