Pretty little things...

I could go broke on pretty little things like jewelry... Correction, I have gone broke on pretty little things. When it's something so small and seemingly insignificant, buying is so much easier. While checking the blogs this morning, I saw some amazing little pieces that are no doubt out of my price range. One of the pieces is a pair of tights, which I wouldn't wear anyway, but they're incredible.

This picture is killer.

image from French Vogue via fashionista
All the gold together with the black elements like the skull, font, and makeup just gets my Magpie heart pumping. Not to mention, I adore Lauren Santo Domingo. She always looks effortlessly chic and rock n' roll at the same time.


These tights are just sick.

image from Vogue Deutsch via fashionista
There is something very wicked about them, which just leads me to gush like no other. Paired with the Chanel bag, some sexy black platforms, and bare ass makes an interesting, erotic photo indeed.

Finally, I just love the ears Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen are wearing.

image from thefashionspot via Coco's Tea Party
When I first saw them, I thought they were a drawing or something. But no, they are expensive lace headpieces. The bunny ears at Louis Vuitton F/W 09 were wonderful, as were Zac Posens's Mickey Mouse-esque ears from F/W 08. These playful pieces by Maison Michel will set you back about $300 a pop at Collete. Oh and by the way, they're sold out. Those girls definitely know how to sell...

Fashion week is in a little more than a week! I can't wait!

Writing, writing, writing...

In an successful effort to stay awake and ultimately fix my sleep schedule, I watched Juno-a film close to my impenetrable heart-and all of the special features on the SPECIAL EDITION DVD. Ain't that special? Many of them highlighted the genius of screenwriter, Diablo Cody, a former stripper, whose writing career started online. It's comforting knowing a little skankbot like me could one day write a script that will be cherished by teenagers everywhere. Unfortunately, business has been slow and I'm an attention-deprieved wreck. I'm talking about boys of course. Excuse my wangent (That is, wicked+tangent, though I don't know how wicked it is. All of the teen speak from the movie is pulsing through my sordid mind), but I find sharing my feelings so very easy. Anyway, the awesomeness of Miss Cody...


(Just look how cool she is!)

...led me to question my ability to write a screenplay or novel or some other sort of lengthy writing piece. I'm impatient, indecisive, and irritable. My feelings and ideas change from day to day, and commiting to characters and a storyline is difficult with so many ideas. I guess the only thing to do is approach such a project with some sort of organization, a killer idea, and lots of love. I'm afraid learning to be patient (at least in some aspects of my life) will also be neccesary. Here's to trying new things!

Goodbye

On Wednesday night I had to bid my best friend Gillian farewell. In the company of other friends, it became quiet once we realized how little time we had left. It didn't help that "This Time Tomorrow" by the Kinks was playing. This time tomorrow, where will we be? Well...not together. My friend Julia kicked off the waterworks and I followed shortly thereafter. As I was saying goodbye, my sobs grew louder and more horrendous-sounding. It made us both laugh, because I am not someone who cries very often. I realize that this wasn't the last time I shall see my dear friend, but when you're used to spending almost every day with somone, the fact that they're in another state is a bit frightening. I've always been one to look forward, but I could never give up on Gillian. I fear that change is inevitable, but I will just have to face it. It's up to us to keep our relationship going strong. All of this relocating has got me thinking... What will happen when I move to my beloved New York? Whether that's in college or out. Obviously, it is not certain that I will move across the country, but it is something I am very determined to do, even if that means I am thousands of miles away from everything I have ever known. Even if Gillian is in Portland, and other friends are elsewhere, we share the common bond that is home. When living on the East Coast, people don't go to the West Coast all that often. Especially not broke college students/graduates. I feel because I'm going to the UW, I will not have the same experience as many of my former classmates, who will be going to new places, without knowing anyone. I have Nina, I have Julia, and I have several other friends from high school. I'm a bit lost in thought...

On a slightly lighter note, I am listening to the entire discography of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, who I will be seeing next weekend at Bumbershoot. "Maps" played and I can't help but to hurt. Gillian..."They don't love you like I love you" Sad times. Hopefully everything will go smoothy and this storm cloud over my head will soon fade. I move in September 24th. Less than a month to go...

I'm ready. Let's go!

How I love Dorm Life...

Of course, I'm not speaking of life in an actual dorm, but instead of the internet mini series that mockuments the lives of a bunch of fictional college kids.

Every short episode brings me joy due to the stereotypical, yet honest portrayal of college life. Obviously I have yet to actually be a part of that life, but I feel as if it does a fine job in the melding reality and comedy. It even makes me excited for the adventure that lies a whole MONTH ahead of me. Many of my friends have already left or are leaving shortly to their respective colleges, while I, along with all my fellow Huskies have to wait... I am finding myself in a constant state of anxiety and expectance. Thank to Facebook, I've witnessed the new lives of my friends, but must sit around until I can be apart of the same thing. To me, my house is a prison. Sure, I could go out, but I've done the incredible deed of spending most of my money, and by most, I mean MOST. So until I finally move in on September the 24th, I will be living my life vicariously through Shane, Courtney (my favorite), and the rest of the Dorm Life kids.

Lots of love,
S.

The relationship between film and "real life"...

More often than I "should", or perhaps more often than I'd like to, I find myself living vicariously through film, music, literature, etc. These cultural, creative pieces often have the power to truly affect my feelings, emotions, and even decisions. Maybe it's the dreamer in me that hopes life can be "just like the movies..." I realize it's probably naive of me (and I credit myself with being quite aware of the world and its workings), but I don't care all that much.

A day or two ago, I watched Broken English, starring indie actress Parker Posey.

Parker plays a woman named Nora, who feels intense pressure to find "the one" and be married. Her desperation can be cut with a knife at times, and she's a mess of anxiety more often than not. This makes her character oddly lovable, and unfortunately relatable. Maybe it's just me, but dating drives me up the wall sometimes... I of course, am not looking for "the one", but for some excitement, scandal, sex, etc. Nora meets a man named Julien, who she finds something with (after a few short days), but because he resides in France, she is left in pieces yet again. I'm not sure what this film is trying to say, but it made me lust for some odd form of companionship. Three days with a gorgeous French man sounds fine by me. It also reawakened my desire to travel to Paris... Ohhh Paris! This film was sweet and exciting in a way. It also had Drea de Matteo (of Sopranos fame) in it, whom I completely adore. I would recommend this one to anyone who interacts with people in any form. So everyone. Hopefully.

This early morning, I watched Steel Magnolias.

This film is about a tight-knit group of Southern women who support each other through life's ups and downs. Not only is Dolly Parton in it, but the movie is incredible in itself. The relationships these women have with each other are beautiful. Their care for one another reminded me of my own relationships with friends and made me realize how fortunate I am to have such an impenetrable support system. The relationship between Shelby (Julia Roberts) and her mother M'lynne (Sally Field) is extraordinary. It doesn't always make sense, but they love each other anyway. Towards the end of the film, I started thinking about my own relationship with my mother, how much I love her, and how much she's done for me. The theme of death hovers about the movie (though I won't divulge details) and it made me think about what the future holds for my life. I thought about funerals (my own and my mother's), how I would want it, how she would want it, what I would wear, what I would say... It was obviously quite depressing to think about, but at the same time I was happy knowing that our relationship is strong, and if anything were to happen, we've done pretty good by each other. That's probably not something people say often, but I feel comfortable with the fact that one day we'll all die. Perhaps comfortable is not the right word... Anyways, the film was fantastic. It made me laugh, it made me cry, WATCH IT.