definition of:

this is what made me love fashion. A girl with practically no clothes on!

I am constantly drawn to people and labels that are probably hard to understand by some people-- or rather, just understood poorly. Fashion is art to me, as lame as that sounds; I didn't start to like it because I saw a really well dressed person at any point in my life, or because my parents were designers, or because I liked shopping. I saw a culture that lived through clothes and the history behind it.... and I got curious.

I am more interested in the people behind it and their mindset than their clothes. I like what the clothing represents. I like to make up a personality that the person has that explains the clothes. Haute Couture and the upper echelons of fashion in the "material" sense gets to the bottom of that mindset, and makes it into something tangible, exaggerated.

Yes, easy to wear, off the rack clothes can be worn fabulously. But tell me you can pull off Rodarte, or TAO, or Nozomi Ishiguro.....

it's the intensity that I love the most. The personality that is shown through the clothes. Dissecting a story without saying a word. I want to understand the concept of an outfit, the reason someone chooses to wear it over another.

If that's ~shallow~ to like...

man, being deep must suck.

idol of eternity: mary, full of grace

Mm, so you see the sidebar to the right, full of <3 ? Mary was the first person I put up on it. She is my idol at everything, is pretty much everything I'm not, but is everything I aspire to be... once I settle down and get sedated and stop running about with my head practically cut off.

I am going to convert you to Maryhood. You MUST watch this post, read this post when you're feeling frumpy (or just whenever), read this post to learn things, and absorb this post on secondhand shopping.

She is beautiful and grounded and talented and she makes me believe in good people.

what the shit

Jacket: Smithsonian Institution, Shirt: Goodwill / Gap, Jeans: Kill City, Shoes: Etsy

MY NAME IS ARABELLE AND I AM ABOUT TO KILL SOMETHING DEAD.

I put these shoes on. Yay new shoes! Yay having an income to buy shoes!

*walk around*

*SICK SQUISH NOISE*

HEEL IS CRACKED. I AM NOT FAT. WHAT THE HELL. The heel is cracked down the middle, if I wear it it'll get worse! Le sad.

THANK YOU MONEY DOWN THE DRAIN. I got these like 30 minutes ago.

....can i superglue it? WILL I HAVE TO GO GHETTO AND DUCK TAPE IT? because i am going to get my $30 worth if I have to sacrifice my firstborn or what. D: i am not kidding. (of course I am.)

Sadface. I'm going to go to a cobbler, I suppose. After the mountain of paperwork I've yet to finish. This will go in the "must fix" pile of shoes I have steadily accumulated: 7. Damn.