Fear & Loathing In Las Vegas.

by Jamila Pierre

“Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run… but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.…And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting—on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave.” ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

Yet another tribute to an absolute favorite movie, from an absolute favorite writer. This movie is just one of those cult classics that deserves the classification; it is definitely one I could watch over and over again.

SIDE NOTE: It's amazing how different one can look once you've swapped out some basic accessories.



{DISCLAIMER: Before the panties commence to knot up and bunch into places that cause an excess of emotions or misinterpretation of this post, I am in no way shape or form promoting drug use, I am just relaying my experiences and sharing my inner most self with you.}

There is so much nostalgia connected to it...just an overload of the feels and flashbacks of  experiences somewhat mirrored throughout the course of the movie, my adolescence was filled with adventure laced with a halo of hallucinogens (nothing hard or highly addictive...those were the rules). I never went overboard; I always used it as a means to expand my mind and closeness to those around me...also to free me from the confines of the world I'm tethered to. I spent many nights running around the city exploring the depths of my inner being and the deeper workings of the wold around me (alongside some of the most amazing kismet-worthy folks I'd ever met), I just wish those moments in time would've lasted longer.

Those were my teen years, I no longer dabble in world expansion of that nature or magnitude, I could never bring myself to (too scared...they don't make things like they use to). Now I just stick to books and enlightening conversation whenever and wherever I can find it.

These days I've become so recluse though, I've not come across many mind-blowing individuals (those that simulate a psychotropic and take me to another place). I've often felt like I was born in the wrong era, there's so much I wish I could've been there for...the 60's and 70's are definitely a time period I would've loved to have been a part of (as an adult of course...maybe a teen). I would even take a trip back to the 20's, although I probably wouldn't do so with nearly as much melanin as I possess currently (let's keep it funky shall we). 

As for this look I decide to go with that flow, 70"s REALNESS here we come!

I paired my favorito black jeans from Foreverz with my tried and true life boots, this here floral button front top, this absolutely fech faux leather vest that I bought many moons ago from Rainbow (don't be sleepin' on Rainbow), and a "safari type" hat (that actually fits my big ass head). 

This look is comfy, casual, and cutie as all of the F's, and it's just something I don't really have to think too much about in order to convey the look I'm going for. #WINNING.

What I'm Wearing:

  1. "Safari type" hat from JCPenny. $15 (on sale 2 for $30, Similar HERE)
  2. Floppy hat from Wetseal.com. $22.90 (Similar HERE, on sale right now for 70% off)
  3. Vest from Rainbow. $12
  4. Top from Target. $24.99(Similar HERE)
  5. Jeans from Forever21.com. $17.90
  6. Bracelet from Burlington Coat Factory. $7
  7. Boots from Charlotterusse.com. $15 (On Sale from $45 Similar HERE)