Sigh.

I hate that I am completely incapable of keeping my blog up-to-date. A lot has happened in the past week or so! Saturday, the 16th was my 18th birthday. The day I finally became a legal adult, though it certainly feels past due. Friday night I had a lovely group of ladies at my house, where we got ready to go out on the town. Saturday morning from 2-4, we danced and danced at Neighbours, a gay club in Seattle. The night was both stimulating and strange due to run-ins with three ex-somethings and a teacher from my school. Upon getting home around 4:30 am, five of my closest friends and I each found places to sleep. In about 15 hours, a large group would be coming for more celebration and a barbecue out on my deck. We all seemed to wake up around nine or ten, sleep-deprived, but still in awe of our fabulous "night". After sluggishly evacuating the house, prompted by my mother, the six of us plus one inconsiderate friend (who chose to get drunk at a frat house instead of spending time with me on my birthday) went out to eat, settling upon Benson's Bites in Normandy Park. Bites is a specialty store with tables to eat at as well, owned by a family whose wonderful daughters I got to school with. After a delicious meal, the six of us (seven ditched again) left very full. I ran to the bank at the speed of light so I could cash checks I had received and buy a party outfit.

We then went to the pool, playing and relaxing, contemplating graduation and the summertime.

Later on, Janie, Gillian, and I went to Capital Hill where I bought said outfit at Urban Outfitters, as well as some accessories in Nordstrom (BP). The shopping trip was longer than anticipated, so we hurried to pick up decorations and get home. I showered, helped decorate, and people began arriving. My mother along with her best friend used their Domestic Goddess powers to cook up some tasty food of which I ate far too much of.

With a large group of friends, I talked, danced, and ate in beautiful and timely weather. Nearing 11, we watched a movie, and then people left.

It may be cliche, but I truly feels as if it was the best birthday of my life. I have an incredible group of friends who I love very much. Gifts were nice, but nothing compares to the relationships I share with these people.

I will proudly say I have already spent most of my birthday money thanks to Urban Outfitters. This past week has been spent shopping, enjoying the sun, and monotonously going to school. Graduation feels so far away, but it will no doubt sneak up on us. I cannot wait.

GIRLS: Wear this to Prom!

The unfortunate tradition that many call a "rite of passage" is something I truly despise. I will be attending my own, but dressed inappropriately in black rouched liquid leggings and other pieces I have yet to decide on. No resonably-priced rental tux will neither be attractive, nor well-fitting, and my outfit will be fun and outrageous. Prom is just a bad platform for fashion, though the dresses are a major part of it. I think 90% of prom dresses are tacky and straight up fugly. The following pictures are scans from W magazine (supplied by fashionista.com).



Karlie Kloss looks perfect in the last two pictures. Is that Stam in the first (with the hat)? In any case, the girl is fire. I see that this is a lot of black, and one of these looks is not even a dress, but they're eye-catching and beautiful. My obsession with sparkle and lace has been made public so these should come as no suprise. The only clothes I could identify by memory were from the last picture, featuring Balenciaga. The scan also credited the house in the corner, but I can proudly say I didn't use the credit! Nicholas's collection was amazing, and I need to see more of it! Why hasn't anyone worn that incredible blold-shouldered shirt Liya Kebede wore on the S/S09 runway? I mean, really.

UPDATE: I don't think that is Karlier Kloss in the second picture. Hah. Idiocracy.

I love french people.

Make The Girl Dance "Baby Baby Baby" ( official video )
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The Fashion Party of the Year (?)

I am far behind on this post, since the Costume Institute Gala at the Met was days ago. My excuse this time is a full week of IB exams. I survived, though I am not sure IB will agree. In any case, I am happy to be done. The Met Gala is often called the Fashion Party of the Year, but I found myself disappointed in terms of what was worn on the red carpet. I've seen it described as a bad prom, and I think I might agree. Anne Hathaway's hair? Disaster. I hope that wasn't the work of one of Rachel Zoe's boys. On a more positive note, these are some of the looks I liked:

Balmain Everywhere

Anja Rubik

Give me some futurism and glitter and I'm there. Anja looked positively GaGa(as in the Lady) and fantastic. I adore Balmania. All of you who are getting down on the awesomeness, calm yourselves.

Dr. Lisa Airan

I have no idea who this woman is, but this picture makes me want to find out! It's a very severe look. She seems to have been working the NYC social circuit lately. I hope to see more of her.

And of course the lovely, Daria Werbowy

I think out of all the Balmain-wearing ladies, Daria did it best. The look is certainly not wearing her, which is almost to be expected with such an extreme dress. Ravishing.

The Stella Girls (minus Kate Hudson who hasn't impressed me since Almost Famous)

Liv Tyler and Kate Bosworth

I adore both of these women in terms of their fashion, as well as their movies. Empire Records? Blue Crush? Can it get any better? Liv makes her blue Stella McCartney dress look glam, rather than too much. She manages to make it look slinky and beatiful. Kate can do no wrong, especially in Stella McCartney. I love love love the lace. Gorgeous.

Stella McCartney

Stella's choice has gotten plenty of heat, though I must admit that I love it. How daring and amazing is a lace jumpsuit? What an incredible idea! The designer is a favorite of mine, as is her style of dress. The Daily Mail needs to lighten up.

Other favorites
Erin Wasson (in Phi)

Leather pants. Zippers. Hot.

Vanessa Traina (in Phi)

Let's be real, Vanessa always looks good.

Mary-Kate Olsen (in Christian Lacroix Haute Couture)

When I first saw this dress up close, I had trouble wrapping my head around it. I do love this picture though. MKO is possibly my favorite patron of fashion, and is always leading the pack of fashion insiders. Christian Lacroix is a genius.

Lou Doillon (in Nina Ricci)

Gorgeous.

Sasha Pivovarova (in Giambattista Valli)

Sasha is one of my favorite models. She looks a bit like a sugar mama, but perhaps that's why I like it...

Leighton Meester (in Louis Vuitton)

I feel like I should hate this, but I feel oppositely. Granted, it is a bit outlandish, but taking fashion too seriously can be so boring. Just look, Leighton knows she looks cute.

Shalom Harlow (in vintage Bob Mackie)

This is fashion.

Other other favorites were Diane Kruger in Chanel, Alek Wek in Ungaro, and Madonna in this mess of Louis Vuitton:

You have to admire her for her balls. She is Madonna afterall.

What a long post...
It's overdue though, so I can't complain.
:)

(All pictures from Style.com other than Stella McCartney from fashionista.com and Erin Wasson from Starbucks and Jane Austen)

I Hate the Way You Love

My first IB exam has been completed! After the test, I proceeded to make a horrible decision followed by a lovely lunch with Gillian, Bridget, Julia, and Monica at the Teak House. Now I'm busy watching a documentary about The Kills called "I Hate the Way You Love". I have an odd fascination with the duo in all of their chain-smoking glory. I don't actually own a full album of theirs. I need to get on that, but having no money presents a boundary. Allsion Mosshart is a machine. There's something about Jaime Hince as well. Maybe it's cause he's British. He did/is dating(?) Kate Moss after all. They, being the band members, have a wild relationship. Allison says something like, "The Kills relies on being a psychopath." Jaime says, "Good or bad, healthy or not, that's the thing that makes it the Kills, I think." I adore them.NYLON's blog will link you.

I have come to the conclusion that my lack of posting is a direct result of a lack of inspiration. I spend most of my time inside these days, despite the nice weather Seattle has been having. Isn't Senior year supposed to be easy? Aren't I supposed to come to class hungover? This isn't fun. This isn't right. IB tests start Monday. I have yet to begin studying, and I'm not sure how much I will. At this point, I don't care all that much.

Thursday was a good day. At school, I sat through a slew of useless, monotonous reviews. After I did a whole lot of nothing. At least nothing academically productive. I first stopped by my friend Bridget's house to see her recently-hatched hawk chicks. They're furry little things; quite adorable. I then traversed Southcenter (An unfortunate place) to get a couple magazines from Barnes & Nobel. Upon returning home, I watched a movie called The Smokers.

The smokers is about three girls who attend a boarding school. They have bad reputations there, because of course, they smoke. All three of the girls have experienced the feeling of weakness around a man, and they want to change that. They want to spark a revolution. It's all very dramatic. To do this, the three of them basically begin raping guys at gunpoint. The movie turns into a big mess, full of crazies. I really appreciated the ideas, though rape is not my style. I too question my power among men, hoping I am not a weak source ready for exploitation.

After watching fucked-up social commentary, I went for a run in the sunshine. I have been running more and more frequently. I miss it. I ran around the neighborhood for a while and then decided to stop by Eagle Landing Park. I had been in the park, though I hadn't gone to the end of the trail. I ran and ran and then found an extremely long set of stairs. After carefully making my way down, I had reached a small beach. The view was absolutely gorgeous, though I'm sure the sun didn't hurt. The beach itself wasn't all that extensive, having private property on both sides, but it is sure to become a secret spot. A lovely one at that.

Yesterday, Gillian took pictures of Julia, Chelsea, and I in hippie garb. They might just be the first pictures on our shared blog. More details soon.

Today Gill and I are going to a tattoo shop (to check out the artists) and shopping in the U-district. Have an awesome weekend.