21 July 2008

dear humanity, i want to beat you with my tripod

Life has been such a whirlwind lately. It must be piss Arabelle Off Week or something because I am not feelin' the love. Mr. Puggy is modeling my feelings.

I won't burden you with the gory details but the summary of my horrible week include: beaten cat, run-over dog, chasing people that threw rocks at my house, threatening pedophiles, and not enough skirts.

The highlights of the week are: sitting in a literal mountain of vintage clothes, sitting in a claw foot tub in a vintage slip and tiara, free clothes and jewelry, and not being dead.

This has pretty much been the uniform over the last few days. It's funny how my cheapest jeans ($3) fit me better than my designer denim. Have you ever had a case like that?

Click to enlarge. I would not wear this in public, before you ask. These pieces and the pieces from the outfit above it are pretty much what I wear religiously, on rotation--along with my flouncy skirt and my bandage one.

This is what I wore today. I am seriously considering taking her pillow and making it into a purse.... >_>

Today I went to Hipsterville I mean Hoboken. You guys might recognize Williamsburg as Hipstertopia but Hoboken has been pretentious and hip since before Williamsburg became yuppieland. I'm not even going to bother explaining the experience with words, not even my charming humor and good wit can save it.

She can, though. When I saw her I said to Abigail, "Wow, she is amazing." I guess I said it kinda loud because she stopped a good two seconds and looked back. Seriously though, isn't she a delight? I spent a good 8 minutes with Abigail stalking her. For someone who didn't know I took her picture, she sure does pose well.

i-D magazine

Elle Accessories.

I went to Barnes and Nobles and flipped through i-D, Vogue Nippon and Elle Accesories. Out of all of them, the most inspiration I got was from Elle Accessories--chock full of good stuff, go buy it, but i-D had great stuff on Daul Kim (I LIKE TO FORK MYSELF) and awesome spreads with CDG. I snuck pictures with my camera phone, but really you should check it out for yourself!

I really, really, really want a purple tutu and plaid tights. Need. Oh, and more black decontruction. Prada and CDG and Helmut Lang and Margiela, I still want your fashion babies.

Sometimes I am so disappointed in my lack of innovation I feel like nothing, like it's above me to try something new. And other times, I think it's just a matter of self-confidence and accessibility. You don't need a mile long closet to look the best in the room. This I know, but sometimes I don't quite buy it. You always want more, more, more, this, that, the other thing--and why? It looks good on other people, is why. I think when you get into fashion you get into other people's opinions.

If that's good or not, I don't know. It changes, you, certainly; you are more aware of what is a reference to whom, to what period, to what design. But I think if you're not careful you lose what you think is your own style because you're so interested in mimicking others. Something I've got to change, I know.

Oh, the woes of a pirate.

Cheers. ;)