Love, Love, Leave Me Alone

I'm a passifist. Sorry, I sort of spelled that in the kindergarden-leaning way, spell it how it sounds. Never the less, it's true. You know what happens to the described above? People, walk all over them. It's like that saying, nice guys finish last, except I've always thought that line was a little sexist. Nice women finish last all the time.

Today, I started off in a great mood, that's when I took these pictures. I was ready to explore the day, now I'm just tired and frustrated. Hey aurelia, if you're reading, I miss you so much it's not possible. I know we didn't talk very much before you left, but your presence is missed greatly.





wearing converse all stars, tights from Legs beautiful, Bluenotes shorts and hoodie, h&m jacket.
also, I just aquired a new circle scarf, I have wanted one for ages but didn't really want to pay for an AA one. Garage now sells them, yay for those of us who are cheap.

The Half Assed Job!

These photos, I tried a few different things, nothing really worked out great. BUT I made an effort so thought I might as well post them. Also, me with red lipstick. Yes? No? Maybe so? I'm really trying to pull off a Karen O, rock n' roll kind of image. So I marched into the Rimmel London section of the drugstore and picked up this lipstick, mainly because it's called "Alarm". Who wouldn't buy that?




ps sorry about the camera holding in the one photo, I couldn't get one that wasn't blurry using the timer, but I do agree that photos were you can see the camera, they suck fashion blog ass.

wearing vintage leather jacket, Bluenotes cardigan, aldo tights, vintage cowboy boots, jewelry from American Eagle Outfitters

Who I Wish I Was In Ten Years

In high school, people are always asking you where you want to be in ten years? So I reply, "Paris", "London", "maybe Toronto is more realistic". Then these people proceed to roll their eyes at me, and say "No, what do you want to be doing in ten years?" Very different questions in my opinion, because ten years from now, there is no way I'm going to be thinking about a career. I'll be out living life, trying to make the most of my last few years as a twenty-something. I plan on still being single, not gaining even a pound of weight, and travelling as much as possible. Described in one word: Sophisticated. Just like this blogger, who started when I did, but has a far more interesting life than I do. I'm not being down on myself, it's just true, I bet her life kicks ass.
Ok so fashion wise, she's right were I want to be in ten years, rocking this modern coco chanel thing, meets that character from Inglorious Bastards, the woman who owns the movie house.


Hat, bag and boots are all so beautiful.
I've always wanted to stay the same age, wanted to stay young. You don't have to do as much work, I just thing I'd make a terrible adult. Pressure kills me. Anyway, I also wanted to stay a teenager because I feared moving from H&M's divided label to the actual women's section. It seems so officey, scary, like the clothes are all telling me to, "grow a pair and shut up". It really frightens me. But not when fashion is a playground wears it.

The above is as close as I ever plan to get to an "adult" wardrobe.

All in all, I love this blog, enough to write this much about it. The fashion is gorgeous, the pictures are lovely, and the translated english makes me imagine that this fashionista is speaking to me with a really thick french accent. I love it.

Just Because I Can Bullshit

Doesn't mean I have any idea what you're talking about. That is what I think during all the intellectual conversations I ever have. Ya, I might to pretend that I'm smart, but that really isn't the case. I just have a different standard of thinking, so people thing I'm all smarty pants when really, I just like to dance around the box, stopping every now and then to laugh and make faces at the box, in irony. Can you picture me doing that? I haven't even shot one picture where I'm smiling, so I guess it's a little hard to imagine me smiling. But that's just because I hate my teeth, they are too small. I'm so scared that when I get older they'll just fall out, and then I'll have a toothy grin. That's doubtful though, my dentist tells me I have very long teeth.

wearing a play suit from h&m, vintage jacket, vintage belt, tights were a gift, oxfords from paris, not sure what the store was called

Rebel Rebel

I love David Bowie.
I wore this on Friday, and basically recreated the outfit today, fun! I was just too tired to take pictures on the first take. I had to work, we folded clothes for three hours straight. The clothes did look beautiful though, arranged so perfectly. It was worth it.

wearing a black h&m t-shirt which I bleached and then cut into a vest, tube top from Boathouse, American Apparel faux denim skirt, sheer black tights, my Doc Martens, vintage leather bomber jacket, random jewelry

Ten Solutions to Overcoming Shyness

Today in class, I noticed this quiet boy reading a how-to book. He was trying to overcome shyness. He sat beside me in class, I wonder if he ever wanted to say something to me but was too scared. He probably would've just commented on the lesson, maybe he's a little strange and would've said something scary. Such as, "you smell really good today", or, "so I saw you eating a sandwich at lunch today, that's very healthy of you. Are you generally concerned with your health?". Those are the kinds of things I think and don't say to strangers. Except I usually think they smell bad, not good. I think I'm going to talk to that guy tomorrow. What if he's really smart, or funny, or crazy like me, and I just completely miss out on his crazy thoughts? I just can't risk that.

wearing a vintage dress, brown belt, vintage wool blazer, American Eagle Outfitters black vest, oxfords from Paris

My Front Door

Had a pretty good time today, in general. So as you might notice, I've done a little re-designing, adding things to the sidebar. I figure my blog looks more concrete that way. More impressive I guess. I also have designed, drawn up actually a new design for the blog logo, title, whatever it's called. It's basically a self-portrait that doesn't look anything like me. Oh well, we can just pretend I meant it to look like some anonymous teenager. You'll know what I'm talking about, very soon.

wearing h&m strapless dress, used denim skirt, piano belt from CD Plus (strange eh? but it's so cool) Mexx shirt, fishnets, vintage cowboy boots

Hall

I can't wait for winter to end, for various reasons. I can photograph outside, I won't have to wear tights with everything, I hate them they're so constricting yet necessary. Also layers of leather and wool are no longer needed, plus summer means no more high school. Which is both scary and fantastic. Sorry I might mention grad once per post, but that's only because I'm really frightened. I don't want my friends to leave.

So I'm growing out my hair. Can you tell? Does it get longer and longer ever post? I like to think it does. Anyway this morning I layered it a little, basically just cut random pieces because I thought it would make the hair appear disheveled. I just love a huge mass of big hair, so wild. And I'm also wearing make-up, for once.

wearing a dress from Kensington Market, bracelets made by me, my talented sister and the one with eyes on it my mom's friend Martha gave me (it's from Turkey!) and finally old low cowboy boots, which my mother wore when she was preggers with me. Is that too much information? Too bad.

OFFICE

Playing around with my mother's photobooth. Everyone complimented this outfit, so I thought I had to document it. The problem, that day I was very lazy and didn't feel like waiting for my camera battery. So thinks played out that way. I don't always have boring friday nights, but this week it's happening. That's fine though, Sunday's the new Friday. Which is why tonight I plan to take a fantastically soothing bath, write a little maybe, watch a late night John Hugues and digest new clothes and chinese food. Best Friday ever.

wearing Bluenotes tank top and Guy's cords (they were dirt cheap) H&M cardigan, American Eagle jewelry and vintage belt

The Garage, frequently party space

Today, I'm feeling rather down, actually just tired. Do you ever feel as though conversation and pleasant, entertaining thought is the most consuming element of high school? I do. Because it is.
Ship of Theseus: basically, I think it's a metaphor for human life. We all appear the same, yet are all different and unique. We are all variations of one another. This is a little depressing, but just realize that in order to emerge from the pack, you have to think freely and be true to your own emotions.

Could I write greeting cards, or what? Man, that was an inspirational little paragraph.

wearing hat from topshop, vintage coat, h&m dress, tights from Legs Beautiful, boots from Aldo