i ain’t sayin’ she’s a gold digger…but she’s drippin’ in gold in san francisco during the gold rush.
my recent trip to san francisco proved to be quite festive, with the main excitement being the infamous gold party thrown annually for the past 5 years, with each year outdoing its previous one. this was the perfect event to rock out in fabulous headpieces & neck gear — designed, personalized & hand-crafted by yours truly specifically for this grand evening.
ride or die [in gold] til the end
our wonderful lively host of the party
step & repeat is just all gold
the golden mason jars.
the fantastic tattooed airbrush artist.
the forbidden fruit.
the cosmo jello w/gold droplets.
the flame thrower.
the gold-starred chocolate cakes.
the bling. [with thoughts of wolfie]
the boyfriend i found – he doesn’t speak much.
the candid moment.
the gold masks & chains on a vintage piano.
behind the scenes, before the party, is the party at the hotel lobby…which usually means slr’s and selfies. “make yourselves at home,” the
perfectly fit & well-proportioned height x weight x everything adorable bell boy said as he greeted us. oh we did, thank you.
and this concludes the photo sesh at the marker hotel, and scenes from the gold party. more soon about my visit to alcatraz…