Filed under: Musings
My aunt (aspiring photographer, or something like that) sent our family an email saying she wants to take a picture of all the grandchildren at Thanksgiving tomorrow, and requested that we wear jeans and a black shirt (which…I didn’t bring home. Cool.) and, most importantly, ” no special shoes either b/c you will not be wearing shoes …..”. Now, this is kind of NOT OK. I wear heels. Everyone knows this. Heels are basically a part of my anatomy at this point, and I don’t really think I’m ok with wearing an outfit that does not end with the exclamation point that is my heels. Am I being a whiny baby who should just suck it up? Probably. But this is an issue of identity, and I will stand up for my identity. Taking pictures in clothes with no shoes just seems totally unappealing. If I’m not wearing shoes, I should be wearing clothes to go with that. Namely, a swim suit. So yeah, I admit I am being ridiculous, but the idea of what I will look like in that picture is horrifying to me. Now, I have to go see if I can wiggle my way out of this one.
Lori Hersberger’s awesome neon and glass installations. Actually I like all of her work. But this installation in particular I like. I’m a sucker for broken glass, and the reflections in the glass are amazing.
Ahhhh! Finally! I’m terribly sorry I’ve been so extraordinarily bad at outfit posts. I’ve decided my inability to do them stems from a deep dislike of my closet. It’s the whole “so many clothes and nothing to wear” situation. I’m pretty unsatisfied with…things…right now, and naturally clothes fit into that. I’m being a bit of a lazy bum and just threw on some random crap and dragged my sorry self to music class. Sorry I look so disgruntled in the picture. I was pretty tired, and passed out immediately after taking this picture. Also sorry in advance if posting is a bit spastic this week, I have tons of Charity Fashion Show work (I’m waist deep in designer contacts) and it’s the last week of school before Thanksgiving break, which means a lot of stressing out about final projects and the impending doom that is finals. Oh, but I’ve got a new project that I’ll be working on for the next couple months that should be really awesome! I’ll tell you all about it in a bit.
Woo woooo wooooo! My favorite, favorite Alexander Wang won the CFDA Fashion Fund award!! He sooooo deserves it, and I’m ecstatic for him. Another one of my favorites, Vena Cava got runner-up. Hooray!
When I saw this video of Rogan Gregory describing his obsession with orchids, it made me like him sooooo much more. Not that I disliked him before, I was just a little…indifferent. But now I like him way more! It’s a well-known fact that orchids are my favorite flowers, and that I am just a little obsessed with them. So yeah, 10 points for Rogan Gregory! Sorry, I tried to embed the video, but WordPress is being evil. Stupid WordPress.
Is it weird that I love this just a little too much?
The other day, an interesting thought wormed its way into my head. It was just a tiny blip that I pushed out immediately, but after thinking about it a little, it intrigued me. Basically, I was gushing about the jacket I just bought (it’s coming tomorrow!), and my friend really wanted to see what it looked like. So I pulled up a runway picture and beamed at it, so sure that she would love it just as much as I did. But she looked at it, and her response wasn’t all that enthusiastic. “Oh,” she said, “I mean…that kind of reminds me of my mom, so…” Now, I can see why it might remind her of her mother (despite the fact that I have never met her mom, nor do I know what she dresses like). It’s true that the oversized blazer is a bit 80’s, blah blah blah. But the fact is that when I put on that jacket, and even when I look at the picture, I get a little giddy and beam inside, but when she looked at it she didn’t respond nearly as positively as I do. When I saw her face, I felt just a tiny bit sad inside that she didn’t share my excitement for my new piece. While it doesn’t make me like the jacket any less, it made me think. I’ve always been big on the fact that I dress for myself and I wear what I like, regardless of what other people may think. I do (and therefore wear) what I like! But as little as I tend to care about what other people think about my clothes, I couldn’t help but be a little forlorn that my friend didn’t share my feelings about my new clothes, which made me wonder if it really is possible to not care at all what others think. I guess what it really is is that, in the end, it’s fun to be able to connect with someone else sartorially or stylistically, and it’s nice to be able to share your excitement over something and receive a positive response. So I suppose it does make me feel a bit lonesome not to have anyone who shares your enthusiasm for something, but ultimately, I’m not going to like my clothes any less (not that I’m all that satisfied, because I am a terrible perfectionist), nor am I going to like things because other people express approval of them. I won’t stop going around in my sometimes ridiculous clothes not really caring how many weird stares I get, but I can do it knowing that, yeah, sometimes it’s lovely to have someone else confirm the fact that I am not just a nutjob.
“2009 IS THE YEAR OF MOTHERF*****G CHANGE.” -Thom Scher, Head Coordinator, at Charity Fashion Show meeting earlier today.
Gareth Pugh created this Christmas tree for Topshop in Oxford Circus out of neon lights. It’s pretty tight. Maybe not as gorgeous as the Boudicca Christmas tree of yesteryear, but still cool.
(Was anyone else very disturbed by Beyonce in Gareth’s dress? Also I saw something saying how ugly the dress was, and to that, I say, IF BY UGLY YOU MEAN BADASS.)
