Sneaking up on just the upper half of my new dress. Cannot wait to get in them though I have to admit with all the pigging its more than unflattering around the umm.. lower abdomen/tush area. GET TO THE RUNNER YOU! If you get my point yeah? And that is my sister, Daisy, like the flower. Woopsiedaisies, YES. In all her false lash-y glory which I probably wouldn't have the patience for myself, getting icky with all that adhesive you have to dab on. Tried em' once though, got as far as only my left eye, with her oh-so serious face an inch away from mine, peering and working her hands with the falsies on my lids was more than enough for me to let out a cackle and a guffaw... We just gave up.

The usual head down pose, a repeat from one of my earlier outfit posts. Thought I'd do a rerun since I hadn't put this up at the time. Like do a go-back and put up certain pictures that got omitted in the first place, other than for reference. AND OH because I've developed this mediocre habit of re-snapping pictures that I've taken as well as taking to playing ANGRY BIRDS when I'm real angry and stretching that slingshot as far as it'll go AND BAM! She SCORES. Taking over The Sims and Plants VS Zombies for awhile now, which are the only games I'm mildly adept at. AND we'll probably never know what its like to be boys and wear slasher skinny jeans looking real cool and grim sitting on the gray-est of pavements.

(last image via streetfsn)

First you have me there looking all sombre, eyes cast down.

Second you have me sitting down just so you can zoom in on the nude and black bits.

Third.. I think I was doing an impromptu jive for when I would do an actual jiving-about-in-the-streets, giving it a little mock test drive which explains the gliding about.

Democratizing Fashion OR?

ASK YOURSELF.
"Fashion has become accessible to everyone: Is this an incentive or a limitation to creativity?"
- Franca Sozzani

AND what I read on Lulu's blog that runs in a similar vein.

Most days, you're never lucky enough to come across that shoe you've been looking for, for months and even if you do, the store does not have your size anyway or its more than above your price range but then these caught me off-guard one fine day. My mind was racing about whether it was more Celine-esque or Marni-esque which is pretty retarded aaand I'm gonna buy an extra pair and paint it whatever color I want or stick the same diner picture I stuck on my laptop and getting crazy ideas like that and I should probably stop here.

1. Emma Calder's Moody Days Sticker Book.

2. POP LOVES PEGGY GUGGENHEIM Issue. Insane Balenciaga/Guggenheim Editorials including STICKERS.         

    Really HAD TO get that out in the open because this issue is beyond EPIC.

3. Margaret Atwood's The Penelopiad.

4. Joann Sfar's Vampire Loves. "Meet Ferdinand, a vampire who bites his victims with only one tooth in order to

    pass off as a MOSQUITO... " YEAH. I just finished this, made my whole month!

5. ZOMBIES: A Record of the Year of Infection. And yeah, I live in my own ZOMBIE-VERSE.

June Gloom - The Like

image source: everybodyisugly, hedislimane fashion diary, sofiacoppolatumblr, hermanasmiranda.blogspot.com

1. Vivienne Westwood by Tim Walker.

2. Sofia Coppola. 

3. Rory Culkin by Hedi Slimane. 

4. Lindsay Lohan. 

                   Not really going to address the pictures except in terms of their 'pretty evident' ability to inspire, like when Lindsay was young and wearing flatforms and not the Lindsay NOW. BUT addressing the fact that THE second image is my fave' pichurrr of Ms Coppola. I watched Twelve and felt the same sense of eerie doom when I watched Remember Me. And seems I'm getting to a point where quotes will define my life. Not really, as stoic and far-fetched as this one is. Just my usual digression, dilly-dallying and fusing fashion inspirations with respected dead authors and their books that have become a part of my consciousness. I remember copying this quote down some years back when I was studying, it was intended for the foreword section for one of his novels but later omitted which he afterwards remarked that he would die of shame if ever really written. BUT Mr Lawrence, I think it encourages introspection, more so for the generation you've left behind..at times when maybe you feel rather stoic and adamant about certain things, and you want to put out something in the open - like you can't stand GLEE and you want to.. generate blog posts like this.

" My great religion is a belief in the blood, the flesh, as being wiser than the intellect. We can go wrong wrong in our minds. But what our blood feels and believes and says, is always true. The intellect is only a bit and a bridle. What do I care about knowledge? All I want is to answer to my blood, direct, without fribbling intervention of mind, or moral, or what not. I conceive a man's body as a kind of flame, like a candle flame for ever upright and yet flowing: and the intellect is just the light that is shed onto the many things around. That is why I like to live in Italy. The people there are so unconscious. They only feel and want; they don't know. We know too much. - An extract from D.H. Lawrence's Letters.

Apparently I got a bit too excited with my kid sister's denim jacket, strewn with patches all over and inducing a somewhat teen nostalgia and my mother's collection of similar patches in all shapes and designs if a need would arise to patch certain parts of our garments when we were kids...  and my sleeping brother caught unaware and unknowingly included as a result of my traipsing about before hitting the snooze button. Seemed a little bizarre to pair it with my shorts, a crazy swirl of florals but decided that the two would bond in their mismatched union. Then a less casual pair up with the black fitted skirt and an even more fitted mini coat under the jacket and stressing on fitted is a result that I have been pigging on food..glorious food. AND TEEN VOGUE, another nostalgic reminder of school or what the Olsen twins were before The Row happened. I've been forever planning to do a post about it but met with delays because I have to shuttle between where I am right now and where I study which means your possessions shuttle about too back and forth and that all 'THE' possessions are not stacked in one place like your head is at a certain time. Okay. They're precious like Smeagol going 'my precious' not in terms of being materialistic but I grew up with these, gave me a sufficient dose of Marc Jacobs and led me to Arcade Fire when they started out. And any ardent fan of the band would have to admit how cool their contributors are - not just fashion wise, and the above is one of my favourite editions, Natalie Portman before Black Swan.

I will be hosting a very exciting giveaway very soon which I'm pretty flabbergasted about so I'll need you guys to up your antennas in the days to come.

Have a Happy Weekend (:

Chloe Sevigny for O.C. Resort 2012

images and quote via style.com

Chloe has always been too cool for school.

" Leather and lace are old pals. BUT LEATHER THAT'S LACE? THERE'S A NEW NAUGHTY FRIEND." - Matthew Schneier.

Who'd think that I'd ever put these on? Them cat-eyed blinders. 
In the life of little old me, blinders/sunglasses/shades are procured on a  whim and forgotten about in a week or 2 weeks at the most. I just gave away my John Lennon-ish ones to my friend. THOUGH I would really like to own Ray Ban's Clubmasters, which would definitely not end up as a giveaway. So I got these on another fleeting whim since they looked a bit wacky and redeem myself as the new alien wacko cat. MRAOW. Plus it'd come in handy for props like when you wanna take pictures that border on narcissism or because you're just bored.

And this would be the scared alien wacko cat. MIAUU.
1. I did not know I was capable of making a face like that. SCARED might not probably be the right description. My eyes fail me and that looks like a nose job.
2. Matted hair and no I'm not going to dye my roots. Not yet. And they're from Aldo, so go getcha' some and you might just discover all the various faces you can pull off.
3. I don't do my eyebrows. Hence bushmen brows.