Monday, April 21, 2014 Guest Edit: Girl Gangs
It’s hot; it feels like summer. I wanna go to Hawaii with a bunch of sluts.
Well, not just any sluts. I wanna go to Hawaii with my sluts, my main crew, my best bitches, my girl gang…
Monday, April 21, 2014 Guest Edit: Chelsea Leyland’s Festival Diary
Just when we thought our desert adventures were officially over, DJ/London girl Chelsea Leyland hit us up with her best fest snaps, and we couldn’t be more stoked! Check out what went down during her music-filled weekend in Indio, C.A. below.
Day 1 of Coachella: A little flowery bush action to get the day started, no big deal!
Monday, April 14, 2014 Guest Edit: Nazanin Mandi’s Festival Diary
We were so stoked when singer/model/actress/all-around babetron Nazanin Mandi stopped by NGHQ last month to talk all-things festival, but, dang, girl was not kidding about having a killer time in the desert (and mastering those well-lit selfies). She shared some seriously awesome snaps with us, and, well, we’ll let her do all the talking. Take it away, Nazanin!
Tuesday, March 25, 2014 Guest Edit: Cailin Hill’s Adventures In Okinawa, Japan
I’ve never actually gone on a vacation before. OK, that’s a lie. Once I went to Costa Rica in the off-season with a guy I wasn’t dating and learned my lesson HARD about off-season vacationing and the rules of platonic relationships while abroad. *ahem* It was complete misery and—beyond the boy troubles—it rained every single day. A total write-off. I’ve been in Tokyo for a year now, and it’s the longest I’ve lived in a country since I began traveling in my early 20s. I went a bit mad and booked a vacation to Okinawa on a whim, which is still in Japan but perhaps the farthest place from Tokyo that I could get to on a 3-day weekend.
Monday, March 3, 2014 Guest Edit: Why Pink Is Punk
For my fifth birthday my parents threw me a pink party. Everyone (even my dad, poor guy) wore pink. There were pink balloons strewn all over the place, pink cotton candy, and a big chocolate cake with pink icing. I even took the theme one step further by anointing guests with a stripe of fluoro pink zinc (this was summertime in Australia, after all) across their noses upon arrival. To keep the peace, the few boys invited were offered orange zinc instead, but one of them, Ethan, insisted on having pink. I remember us girls thinking he was a weirdo. We giggled into our frosted-pink cupcakes and teased him all afternoon. Now I think back on it, though, Ethan was pretty punk.