Sunday, March 30, 2008

Caroline's A Victim

I am enraged. I have to wait until 10:00 to watch the new ANTM episode because of some Phillies game. WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THE WORLD?

So I decided to do a post on two things I want to love, but can't be too sure about.


Kate Nash is my new favorite musician. A post soon to follow on her sartorial choices to follow, but until then, I felt the need to share her video for Caroline's a Victim.

Do we love it? Do we hate it? Is the girl dancing around in shutter shades and lurking myspace too much scene to handle?

It's catchy. I want all of Kate Nash's clothes. And maybe Caroline's room. I'm seriously planning on a mega-post of things that are inspiring me, and Kate Nash is number one on that list.

II. Do you think that this clip from Party Monster,
How To Be Fabulous, directly influenced the decision making process behind wanting these (faux) snakeskin platforms?

They just look like they belong there, amongst the gold lame pants/leggings and glittery jacket that Seth Green is wearing. That's reason enough for me to wear my lame leggings proudly! But the put it in Tim Gunn terms-they worry me.

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Wednesday, March 26, 2008

The Misadventures of Dilemma and The Black Skirt

For years and years, I've been in possession of a skirt. The skirt in question is black and puffy, bought on sale at Anthropologie for about $20. It is clearly meant to be worn as a hip hugging skirt, and me + poofy hip hugging skirt that hits mid-knee = no good. I look positively stumpy, and who wants that?

Sometimes when I'm running out of things to wear, and I'm standing all frazzled at the base of my closet with piles of clothes on the floor, I find myself gawking at it in disgust. Why did I ever buy such an unflattering and hideous piece of clothing?

Poor black skirt - all too soon I was getting ready to give up on it and send it in a Hefty bag down the river (to the nearest Goodwill). That is until tonight in a stroke of something I can only describe as the most clear headed moment of my life, when I realized with the help of a fabulous gold and white skinny belt, that it can transform into my dream skirt! I've successfully transformed and tamed it into being a high waisted (and with a tug here and there "paper bag" waisted) skirt that I've always desired! Yes!

Pink Slip - Came with this Forever 21 dress
Black Skirt - need I reiterate?
Belt - Thrifted
White Shirt - H&M

Pose wise and picture wise, I can sum it up simply:
The FashBot, I am not.

My face often resembles that of the old woman who crawls out of the bathtub in the Shining (or better yet, Dominique from this cycle's ANTM) when photographed. Somehow my favorite outfits become lumpy and shapeless. What's a non photogenic girl with a terrible camera to do?

As Tyra would say, in the midst of all the crappy, over posed, "this is not high fashion AND I WOULD KNOW BECAUSE I'M TYRA BANKS BITCH" photos (cough cough cough), there always has to be a money shot.

Team Smile With Your Eyes, out!

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Sunday, March 09, 2008

My Heart, Oh My Heart

Shoes that are inspiring me for this Spring/Summer

Yes, I cheated a bit because the Rodarte shoes and the Agatha Ruiz De La Prada shoes are for F/W 08 and not spring, but how can you blame me? Those Rodarte shoes are so hot. They look like fetish wear, and the heel looks spikey enough to be perfect for pulling a Single White Female-esque stab in the eye.

The hearts on the Agatha Ruiz De La Prada shoes liven up an otherwise plain black/brown leather boot. Not that there's anything wrong with the latter, I have more plain black boots then I care to count.

The Anthropologie shoes have been haunting me ever since I received the catalog in the mail and promptly glued them into my fashion journal. The carved heel is reminiscent of the Miu Miu Carved Heels from a few seasons ago. They make me want to wear long bohemian flowing skirts or paisley mini dresses, tuck flowers in my long wavy hair, and dance around in a field like a hippie. Not that I really know anything about true hippies, but Hollywood has told me all I need to know about the fake hollywood-idealized concept of a hippie, didn't they?

Belinda Jeffrey Campbell Boots-Urban Outfitters.

Here are some shoes I actually own that I can't wait to play around with for spring.

Side Note: The Urban gold jazz shoes get compliments from everyone, everywhere I go. Even the guys at my school thought they were fierce as hell, which is unusual. It just goes to show you that everyone is a sucker for a gold shoe, even 14/15/16 year old boys who talk incessantly about death metal, Spongebob, and "banging" a copious amount of girls(which I refuse to believe because some of them seem to have barely hit puberty for Prada's sake!).

Now this is so much like me it's scary. I knew there was a reason I chose to write about Rodarte for a school paper. Laura and Kate Mulleavy, god bless you and your wonderfully unwearable collections.

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