^^Wearing Tailored Sportsman breeches, Ariat Sunstopper shirt, Charles Owen helmet, La Mundial boots.^^

There’s nothing like flying over a jump on a horse. Okay, maybe a big drop into an overhead wave comes pretty close. But linking together a course of eight or more jumps at a smooth canter (or gallop if that’s your thing, jumpers) is like tasting perfection.

I’m a little rusty with my riding—and I’m not just talking about the color of my breeches. My core feels weak and my legs are not stable (so please excuse my eq). But an incredible opportunity came up to ride this saintly beast this summer and to get to a couple shows. So that rust/dust needs to be knocked off very fast because our first one is only a few days/rides away. It’s thrilling, exciting, and downright terrifying… And I love every second of it.


^^Ambrosia Dress from The Reformation^^

First there was the rehearsal dinner (and outfit) and then came the big day and the debut of this gem. I love when brides give their gals the chance to wear different dresses—ones that can be worn again and that don’t scream “bridal party.”

But when I was in full search mode, I was coming up empty. My bestie wanted gray tones, above the knee, and laid back. I almost bit the bullet and just bought straight out of a bridal shop. Then by some fortuitous stroke of luck, The Reformation launched its wedding collection.

Sizes run on the small side. I visited the Melrose store in LA to figure out my size but had to order through the site for the actual purchase. I love that the clothes are made from recycled textiles and the cuts are flattering. And I’m sure to wear this little number for parties, weddings, and brunches for years to come. Best of all, I’ll remember this special day with every wear.



Another sunset at the Venice Breakwater with too much wind and too many people. But I still ended the session with a few good ones and a smile on my face. That seems to be the way it goes when I stand on the sand, feeling unsure about going in at all. But the prospect of sitting in LA traffic at prime rush hour is usually enough to get me into a wetsuit and into the water.

Brendan snapped these photos after walking the girls along the boardwalk. Neither of them like the hustle and the bustle of this quirky stretch of skateboarders, body builders, hippies, and street vendors. It makes me feel blessed and spoiled that our local beaches around SF are calmer on the sand (maybe not so much in the water). It almost makes up for the colder water temps.

We spent Memorial Weekend exploring the coastline from Pacifica to Pescadero. There was a sneak swell on Sunday that had the Hawaii boys out at Mavericks (it’s too bad we checked it on Saturday, a day early). But now that there’s a little more sunshine, I think I’ll take up surfing again in these parts of California. I only have so long until the fog rolls in and SF summer is really here.

All photos by Brendan Cooney


^^Target x Peter Pilotto dress; BCBG Max Azria fox clutch; Jewelmint peachick earrings^^

One of my besties married her man on Saturday. And, believe it or not, it was my first visit to Philadelphia and its suburbs (where the wedding was held). The night before the big day, I donned this floral frock to make a speech at the rehearsal dinner. I can only hope it distracted from a couple of my awkward stories that I told. But the underlying message was true: I promise to always be a support for their marriage. And I’ll always remember this night, wearing this dress and saying those words.



I really only surf lately when I’m back in L.A. Not to bash on my new homebreak, but the temps in NorCal often keep me out of the game. We were down south a couple weeks ago, and I made it a point to squeeze in a few sessions. It reminded me just how good it feels to float around and catch a few. Maybe when things heat up around here, I’ll be back at it at Lindamar. Otherwise, find me at El Porto—with my rusty surf chops—every few months.