Ummmm…where can I get me one???? Ack I need shiny raven feathers, and I need them now.
pic via Facehunter
It is nearly impossible for me to find a perfume. Most perfumes make me dizzy, and my nose basically doesn’t exist. When people talk about top notes of this blah blah blah I just get confused. I only know if I like something or not when I smell it, and I tend to like things that don’t really “smell”, which is probably why I’ve never found a perfume I really, reallllly wanted to wear. But I’m really intrigued by Six Scents, a collaboration between 6 awesome designers and 6 cool perfumers. The boxes are super cool, my favorite being (of course) Gareth Pugh’s “Diagonal” box, but after reading the descriptions, I think I’d like the smell of Preen’s “Teen Spirit” scent best (plus how hilarious is it that they called it Teen Spirit!?! It smells like teen spirit! Bwahahaha!). Or Bernard Willhelm’s “Wicken 3000″, because it sounds light and airy. I wouldn’t be able to tell unless I actually smelled them, which is pretty much impossible, since it doesn’t seem like they’re sold anywhere near me. Muuurrrrr. Want to smellll!
Damnsits! Susie got the Miu Miu shoes I’ve had my eye (and grubby little hands) on! Waaaaa jealousy. Oh materialism…
NASA’s Astronomy Picture of the Day (ok, so it’s yesterday’s picture of the day). I never get tired of looking at pictures of space. I’m completely mesmerized by nebulas, stars, galaxies. Also I’m secretly a dork, so reading and thinking about how things like the Crab Pulsar were formed makes me really excited. The neutron star at the center is only the size of a CITY but it’s got more mass than the Sun! It went supernova a thousand years ago!!!! SO COOOOOL. It makes me want to wear electric blue and black. How amazing would a wispy blue pattern like this be??
Filed under: musicology
Stuck in my head: House Jam by Gang Gang Dance and Sweet Dreams, Sweet Cheeks by Los Campesinos!
Yes. Twooo songs stuck in my head at once! And Indie Rokkers is lurking in the corners. I am feeling quite overwhelmed by my music at the moment.
I’m trying to clean my room, which is threatening to drown me in clothes and various Christmas crap, but I can’t escape this damn soul-sucking screen I’m sitting in front of. On another note, I have hopefully just obtained Photoshop (my old version pooped out), so more Photoshop work will be appearing soon. Maybe. If my workload doesn’t eat my brain and leave me in a ditch to rot.
Read on to listen to the songs!
Here they are, one of the various good finds on my last shopping trip with the ‘rents. I think they’re quite cute. The best part about them is definitely the fact that they are matte leather on the front and patent on the back! It totally makes the boot. I like the patent leather captoe, too, even if it is rather cliche Chanel. Please ignore my significant thighs, as I am quite chubs right now. Getting back in shape is another one of my New Year’s resolutions.
The cool flip-flop-y nature of these boots reminds me of a more subtle version of Gareth Pugh’s spring collection with it’s white fronts and black backs. Ahhh I love that collection. Now, the shoes in THAT collection I would love to have (I would also, of course, love the clothes, but they’re less practical for me because I have absolutely nowhere to wear them).
Considering the stilts I normally wear, they are quite low, but still pretty cool, ne?
What with Christmas shopping/designing, and general recent shopping-ness, I’ve been thinking a lot about my style, other people’s styles, and style in general. I often see things in stores that I shrug my shoulders at and decide “that’s not really my style.” But what exactly is my style? When I walk down the street, I inevitably notice what people are wearing, and I immediately kind of form a picture of what their style is, and even a little bit of what kind of person they are (although I fully realize the person may be extremely different than the clothes). I see people all over the place that have a very specific personal style, and I’m a little jealous of their consistency. People like Kate Lanphear, Emmanuelle Alt, Carine Roitfeld, all have a distinct personal style, and a superb one at that. Even people who claim they aren’t really the pigeon-holing type have a specific personal flair (Susie Bubble), even if they wear extremely varied garb. But I can’t really say I have anything like a set personal style. Perhaps I’m too close to my own wardrobe to see it, but it seems to me like I’m just too greedy to settle on one “look” (I hesitate to call it a look, because the people I mentioned don’t really have one look, they just have some kind of distinguishable/indistinguishable quality that ties their clothes together). Sure, I tend to favor black, grey, and navy blue, but I have more than my fair share of brightly colored clothes, and when I look at myself in the mirror on various days, I could be wearing floaty dresses, a beat-up concert t and jeans, gigantic Balenciaga boots, giant mustard-y fuzzy shrugs, or any number of other strangely dissonant pieces of clothing. Most days, I feel lazy anyway, and just throw on whatever I reach for first in my closets. Sort of like my musical taste, my personal style seems to me to be a hodgepodge of things that catch my eye and my heart, but my heart is so ADD that it can’t be bothered to adhere to any kind of consistent taste.
Even Susie, in her infinite outfit-creating ways, has a distinct style!
So while I’d love to belong to some kind of style tribe, I have that perpetual human feeling of never fitting in (or am I the only one who ever feels like that?), of even fitting in with…myself. I would resolve to choose/develop a set personal style for myself, but as soon as I do, I get sort of panicked because I feel sort of repressed, and I have trouble making decisions because I’m always terrified of making the wrong one. Take, for example, my new Erdem dress. You haven’t seen it yet, but it’s got the prettiest sheer silk half-sleeves, a slightly drop-waisted ties, has a typically gorgeous Erdem floral print in purples and chartreuses and greens, and general float-y prettiness. It’s not exactly what most of my friends would picture when describing the type of things I would wear, but I LOVED it immediately, and, in my magpie, secret color-hoarding ways, had to have it. And that’s just one of the many rando things scattered throughout my closet, so many rando things that my entire closet(s) have become a throbbing mass of randomness
- I even wear sweatervests!
But what am I supposed to do about my lack of sartorial consistency? The defiant part of me shakes a fist at the world and doesn’t give a flying frog, but the more practical “in just a couple years you’ll be in the real world” part of me is a leeeetle concerned that when I’m not just a freewheeling student I’ll regret being such a greedy, grubby little style-freak, and that I will come across as having no personal style at all. In the end, I doubt I’ll change all that much, but one of my many, many New Year’s Resolutions is to try to either develop a slightly more consistent personal style, or learn to at least look at my clothing as adhering to some kind of consistent…thing. I guess I will add that to the many ongoing in-closet projects of mine. And yes, I am probably overthinking all of this.
I LOVE THESE BOOTS. Unfortunately the pictures are horridly blurry, because my brother was rather impatient, but you get the vague idea. THEY ARE GLORIOUS. They’ve got the coolest velcro straps (what’s with my recent velcro obsession?), and two sets of zippers, one inside the other! Also they’re pointy in the best way possible, and super puffy around the ankle, which weirds people out and makes me soooo happy. There are a million ways to wear them, which makes them that much better.
Hooray puffiness. Some things I got while shopping in SF yesterday: over-the-knee Chanel boots, a chartreuse cashmere Theory vest, and AN ERDEM DRESS. IT’S BEAUTIFUL. I have finally fufilled my dream of owning Erdem! I’ve been waiting since his FIRST collection for this. The dress I got is really pretty. I will show it to you soon. Ok, off to bed for me. Did I mention I love these boots?
*UPDATE: S, I put up better pictures just for you, cuz I love you. I’m sorry the blurry ones were so aggravating. You will get to see them in real life soon anyway. Haha.
I was just watching a video of Love Magazine’s Christmas party (soooo excited to see Katie Grand’s new mag), and saw the hilarious and amazing Giles Deacon decide that “wombles and snails” were his first loves. I could not for the life of me think of what a womble could be, so I had a little peak at Wikipedia, holder of all knowledge (hah), and discovered that wombles are these little brown creatures that had some TV show in Britain a while ago. They’re kind of hilarious. And the word womble is SO MUCH FUN TO SAY.
Love Magazine has also made me realllly want to try scotch eggs. Hehe. Ok, enough dilly-dallying. I have to go work some more on my pitiful buyers invite list. Turns out I have absolutely no idea how to get contact information for buyers. Ur.
The Truth. I’ve been extremely frustrated with my Charity Fashion Show work lately. My confidence is kinnnd of at an all-time low. I just can’t seem to do what I want. But these awesome little art installations perk me up a bit. I wish I could see them in real life. It’s so much fun to stumble on crazy little things like this, pleasant little surprises. Oh yeah, and happy Chrismukkah!
