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.

Satisfied.

I should probably be studying for looming IB exams, but instead I'm exploring the world via my laptop. Earlier this week, while studiously working on my math homework, I watched Becoming Jane. After the seeing and then buying The Devil Wears Prada, I became an Anne Hathaway fan. In fact, I watched The Princess Diaries about a week ago. It also didn't hurt that she was on the cover of the January issue of Vogue.

Anyway, the movie starts with a young Jane Austen and follows her through her life. A constant pressure to wed a successful man plagues Jane, though she is unimpressed by the many men presented. She then meets Tom Lefroy, a man with a "reputation", and quickly falls in love with him. Her own life helps to fuel her career, providing inspiration for her novels. I found this film to be very honest about matters of love and such. It's no fairytale, though it has a feeling of whimsy about it. "Learning" about Austen's life has also increased my desire to become a novelist myself. Look out.

Moving on, last night was a lovely mess. I had friends over to watch Dick, of course and The Virgin Suicides. I'm quite convinced Spiderman 3 ruined Kirsten Dunst's career. The Virgin Suicides is directed by the incredible Sofia Coppola.

The beautiful, dream-like, morbid film follows a five sisters, prisoners in their own house, and explaining their eventual suicides. Depressing it is, but amazing nonetheless.

This morning I awoke to Julie and Gill jumping on me. The three of us lounged around until they left. Later, I went on my first run in months. It was painful, to say the least, but I am glad I did it. I hope running will become a more regular occurance in my life. I need to make it happen. Now I'm just enjoying myself here... I'm exhausted.

One final thing! The Gossip has just put out a new song called "Heavy Cross". The heavy guitar and powerful voice of Beth Ditto that have created ear orgasms are very present. Check it out: Perez

Now excuse me while I enjoy the rest of my weekend.
Enjoy yours <3

Word up sister.

I found this picture on one of the many blogs I follow (originally from The Fashion Spot, I believe). Le Smoking is a great little blog, just as long as you enjoy images of various beautiful people smoking.

Warm and Fuzzy

I'm not a huge fan of tear-jerking anything, but this is awfully cute. Perhaps it's my soft spot for animals. Watch and be happy.

It's been a long week. IB tests are coming very soon and I have been plagued by an awful case of the cold. Also, my room looks a bit like Grey Gardens. I just want to escape from high school, from home, and start all over.

Have a Happy and Healthy Easter.

So here I am, sitting up in bed sick, eating Veggie and Noodle Soup. My throat feels as if a tank has driven through. I incessently cough after every breath, or so it seems. Today is Easter. I have never really understood why people celebrate Easter unless they are Christian, but I guess that's fine. I don't mind the candy one bit. I'm about to watch Reservoir Dogs, hoping the excessive blood and gore of Quentin Tarantino's directorial debut will put me in a better mood.

Last night, I watched Barbarella.

I'm now convinced Jane Fonda is a goddess. The costumes were rather fantastic, and the movie itself was a campy good time. For some reason, my Netflix sleeve said it's PG, which I find completely ridiculous due to the excessive nudity and sexual themes. Not that I'm concerned. Just thought it was odd.

Listening to: Sia's, Some People Have Real Problems

Oh.

I don't know if I have the patience to pour out my heart right now, but I shall try. The limbo I have been in with the mysterious "D" is squashed, or so it seems. There has been absolutely no discussion of the (fill in the blank) coming to an end, though I've stopped making an effort in response to the zero effort he puts in. I don't think I've physically seen him for about a month and haven't called/texted for a week. Not to my suprise, I haven't heard from him either. So that is that. I've sacrificed my dignity and broken every rule I've kept for myself in terms of romantic involvement. I don't think there is anything else to do...

Check out Adele's "Tired"
It seems to fit quite perfectly.

I have no legitimate excuses for slacking in this minimal, though still important area of my life. I am on Spring Break for heaven's sake. For my sanity, I need to stick with this blog. Spring Break has been a nice sigh of relief. My homework has been set aside for a "better" time. Movies, magazines, and the reading of ridiculous books have taken up the majority of my time. Though I will soon be experiencing self-hate for procrastinating so much, I do not regret these infrequent pastimes. The Jane Austen Book Club is definitely an example of procrastination gone right.

The movie poster is awful, right? The film was (quite obviously) a chick flick, about a group of people living vicariously through the books they read for a book club. Emily Blunt starred, so I knew I'd love it. The woman can do no wrong after her role as "Emily" in The Devil Wears Prada. The film also included an almost student-teacher affair and lesbian lovers, which appealed to my fancy.

On to a polarly opposite film...I watched Dogtown and Z-boys.

I had watched and fell in love with Lords of Dogtown, but I wanted to see the documentary. The film explored revolution in skating and the kids at the forefront of it all, incorporating actual footage/photographs as well as present-day interviews. Watching it, I wanted to be apart of it all. The boys weren't too shabby looking either.

In more important news, I have recently received my acceptance letter from the UW and committed. I am excited for what is to come...

I feel completely and utterly negligent.

I feel as if I have deserted this blog to partake in wasteful, unimportant timesucks which fail as creativity outlets. Perhaps I'm also spending more time with my studies, but I do not see why my academic life and technological fantasies cannot coexist. School has been busy and slightly mundane. I had an IB Spanish oral Wednesday that did not go as smoothly as planned, but hey, what's done is done. And thank (insert religious figure here) for that.

Monday was a wonderful day. Somehow, my friend Jake got ahold of some tickets to the Lady GaGa show at the Showbox at the market. The show was sold out, so you see, I didn't expect to have any sort of fun on this Monday night. GaGa, discostick in hand, was amazing, as expected. Her set was like a twisted sci-fi Warholian dance party in your hot pants with glitter and stilletos to top it off. The woman had 5 or 6 outfit changes, which thrilled me, as you might guess. The crowd was not as exciting as I expected, and I didn't get any action from the large gay demographic, but then again, I'm always disappointed by other people. Hah. That sounded completely self-centered. I don't care. It's not as if anyone reads this anyway. Below are some pictures from SPIN.com and a video of her NEW song "Future Love" at her San Diego show.



J'adore.

Anywho,
Thursday night was lovely. Gillian and I dressed up and bought a bunch of cupcakes from Cupcakes Royale and some real food from Trader Joe's. Following our adventures, we returned home and were joined by Bridget. The three of us watched a lovely, fucked-up movie called The Dreamers. Very provacative (NC-17 to be exact). Very beautiful. Eva Greene (of Bond girl fame) played supporting role as a fabulous, crazy french girl. Gorgeous. This isn't one for the faint of heart or stomach, as it includes themes of sex and incest, but I highly recommend it.


My mother just entered my disaster zone room and told me I need to "work on it." So until next time... Hopefully that's sooner rather than later. OH. Gillian and I have decided we're going to start a fashion blog this summer or perhaps a bit earlier. Keep an eye out for it.

Take me to Paris?

I love Paris Fashion Week because the clothes are generally much more powerful and uninhibited than they are in America. Much more sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll. Givenchy and Stella McCartney are always favorites of mine.

Natasha Poly for Stella

Those boots are hot hot hot. Apparently, Rachel Zoe's assistant Brad said "Bet they're made from potatoes and mashed up cauliflower," since of course Stella is vegan and designs her clothes accordingly.
Love Brad. Very ready for season 2.

(Insert name here) for Stella.

Do you think I could do those pants justice? I seriously doubt it, but I think I might love them. Not that I can buy some Stella McCartney pants with the zero dollars I have... I should look into getting a sugar daddy.

Lily Donaldson for Givency

A bit ridiculous, yes, but that's fashion dahhhling!
It's not about function.
TAKE ME!
All this looking at models has left me hungry.
Until later...

Today has been a good day :)
I hope the same for you!

Lazy Days...

I apologize for neglecting my non-existent readers. I have been preoccupied with a great deal. It seems to never end. This weekend however, I did not have any responsibilites related to school. Seems a bit too good to be true to me. Friday night, I participated in a fashion show, wearing secondhand clothing to benefit Sewgreen. Inspired by all the lovely models walking the Fall 2009 runways, I strutted my stuff to the best of my ability.
Jessica Stam for Marc Jacobs

Jourdan Dunn for Etro

Coco Rocha for Dolce & Gabbana


After the craziness that was the fashion show, I had an enjoyable night with a manfriend. Junk food, Resident Evil: Extinction, and certain other things are a lovely combination, if you didn't guess. Milla Jovovich is hot shit.

Saturday was completely lazy. I did a whole lot of nothing. Monica and I watched an entire disk of Weeds. Mary-Kate Olsen has been guest-starring as a pot-smoking super Christian. Love it. I adore the girl.

Today has been pretty low-key as well. Monica and I had lunch with our friend Bridget at Red Mill Burgers, where they have the most incredible veggie burger. After that I did some driving people around and doing nothing. Then I got in a little tiff with my mother and decided to blast The Gossip and Sex Pistols to make my teenage angst known. Hah. Now I'm sitting in bed. I don't want to do anything ever again. Except watch the final disk of Weeds. :)

Further apologies if my posts have sucked...
I've been crazy busy and then lazy as a result. I don't have the patience for a better one today.
I want some gummi bears.

What a week...Part 2

My last post came after a long week of school-related struggle. Today I post because I'm at the tailend of an emotionally exhausting week. I've been spending a lot of time with girlfriends, but not enough with a certain boy... This is not my doing of course. I don't want to blame him either. We are both incredibly busy. Anyway, I've just been a bit crazy and confused, but I guess I'm doing alright.

New York Fashion Week started on Friday the 13th and ended yesterday, the 20th. Around this time, I was glued to my computer, looking through an insane number of collections. I'm so ready to be out of high school so I can start pursuing a career in fashion journalism.

Anna Sui's show was perfectly wonderful as always:

Her clothes just make me happy.

Last night I watched Dick with Gillian, which always seems to cheer me up. I want to live with Betsey in Arlene in the Seventies.

They're just so happy and carefree...I miss being more like that. I think I'm worrying about this all too much. I need to bring my free spirit back to life!

Tomorrow brings the ever unbearable routine of high school... SIGH
I'm sorry (to the few of you that read this) if my posts have become jumbled and nonsensical, but that is what my life is as of now.