I caught my reflection in the window of Starbucks on Melrose and Stanley in Los Angeles this morning. The girl behind me has to think I’m a bigger narcissist than I actually am. Here I am (holding my prize pooch Rocco) in vintage Levi’s cutoffs and my denim Gap jacket from high school (guess that would be considered vintage, as well), Splendid circle shirt, Gucci bag and TOMS gold herringbone shoes. Fedora from a street vendor in Venice. Minutes later, I was Punk’d on Break.com. More on that …
