i was going for the gothy yakuza grunge look, but i just ended up looking like an Adams family version of a hasidic jew

I have a habit -- a nice habit -- of wearing my darkest and moodiest clothes at the beginning of the week and moving on subconsciously to the lighter, weirder outfits. I also have a habit of carrying around violent looking stuffed animals in my big black bag that could hold several prepubescent asian gymnasts.

I listened to The Cure and watched old yakuza movies last night. This might explain a lot of my outfit.

i want to go to there.

Om nom nom Central Saint Martens show. Most of it was ~modernist and ~contemporary and ~minimal, which is to say, boring so I am going to enlighten you all with my favorite shows so far that are kind of the antithesis of chic in the conventional form of the word. Yay, originality!

Okay so there you have it, 179 looks condensed into... less. I am in loveeee with the last designer. Look at it. It's so fantastic. Hey, designer person.... email me so I can fangirl you, and kiss your internet feet. Mmhmhmhmhm.

so thats why your face looks like a cheesegrater

When I wake up from 4 hours of sleep to go to 11 hours of school I dress like a hipster.

in which i decribe to you how going through the paper shredder was the best thing to happen in my life,

So I was surfin' the net, avoiding my email, thinking about chocolate, eating chocolate, doing my thing, you know, and came across Iris van Herpen. She is perfection. I cannot see anything NOT perfect about her. She is Comme.

Okay, so she's an Amsterdam designer who graduted from design school in 2006 (notice my serious journalism skills, obviously I am very specific and informative). The lookbook pictures here are from her first collection. Her first. They only get better. My favorite kind of design is pure, unadulterated art you can wear. If I could wear an art gallery every day of the week I damn well would.

She's very elaborate in each piece, which makes the fact she only makes 10 pieces per collection forgivable. I'm nervous for her solely because I don't know how she'll make it commercially -- though obviously she's not doing it for the money, or else she'd be pulling a line skirts out of her ass and splattering them with whatever trend of the season.

No, she's very much designing for her own muse and her muse alone. I love it. I want to write a love song to it. I want to court her muse and serenade it at night to sleep, and buy it rings the size of my fist, and buy it a yacht and half the world. I want to stalk it at night at it's window. Yes. Even that.

her latest collection.

She juxtaposes mummified silhouettes with ruffles, studs, anything that fits her whim. Her aesthetic is kind of like a love child of Pugh, TAO, and skeletons, with a healthy dose of barbed ire and rufflery and sometimes even bondage. Iris smudges the line between the macabre and the feminine. It's rough, but it's fragile, and damned if I don't want it all.


(sorry for the quick post, got lots of plans for the blog in the future -- lucky packs return, a contest, and more. xxx)

My secret lover Anon (secret loverrr~ thats what u r~) kindly requested that I bestow upon you all my "epicness" in outfits. Truth be told mostly all I've been wearing was black, lace, sheer, and red, in any which order and amount.

The tights are from Elizabeth the Epic from when I visited her at her office. They are fascinating and I stared at them for most of the day. They remind me of spiderwebs up close. Wearing them with my crinoline from ebay, prada skirt, lace top my mom made, hanes t-shirt, and my favorite cardigan.

I am not tubby it's the skirt not being tucked in right / shirt not being tucked in right shut up it was nicer before >>

I took these pictures at the public library I go to to attempt to study / make fun of Abigail when she's working. Can you spot my Jew? She's in plaid.

And now I must return to SLEEPING and Dear School Gang Leader and Kaichou wa Maid Sama! I am so into manga I may just force you all into reading my recommendations, which would consist of pretty bishounen boys and shows about old men and bread and alien Jimi Hendrix. Mmm, alien rock stars.

Ah, the lazy summer days in which I would talk to Tavi on the phone about doing things that never end up getting done, how Demarchelier vomits glitter onto his editorials, and COLLAGES.

I miss it. My style hasn't changed much when it comes to inspiration from the time this was made -- August, I think. Definitely look at the bigger versions, its gorgeous.

the only way i can rebel is to go to church. YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT SUCKS? I'm athiest for crissakes (lolz pun)

This is my dad when he was cool.

He used to hang out with Freddie Mercury and Xaviera Hollander. Now he likes to grow long beards and shave off half of his head like Alice Delall. Consequently, he does not hang out with either of them.

This is Alan Nolan. He was my dad's BFF.

My parents will always be cooler than me.

Wore this around the house, I have actually be washing and rewearing these pants like.. the entire week. They clash/go with everything. I feel very ~mellow with them on. I wore them with a blue and white checkered skirt and a yellow knit skirt on top of that (the bw skirt, worn lumpy was the first thing I wore that reminded me of Comme. The lump collection. It was the first collection I really fell in love with out of any designer collection ever.)

So this vest thing you can't see at all behind my Gloomy Bear is from Another Man's Treasure, a local vintage store that is pretty much the best thing since white on rice. Meika and Warren are the nicest people ever, and they will not judge you if you buy dodgy books called "The Happy Hooker" which is precisely as slutty as it sounds like.



So, these are the outtakes of the Teen Vogue shoot that Aya and the crew let me keep for myself when we shot it in November! I look insane in all of them, and you can see A.J's arm in one of them. I was fondling his Comme des Garcon sweater for a good part of the day. I'm not a label whore of course not stop looking at me like that im breaking out into a sweat ackkkk

It was fun to shoot, I slump my shoulders and my ankle twitched a lot so they were all like "Corpse ankle! Corpse ankle! Old man shoulders! STRAIGHT, WOMAN." I am only exaggerating slightly. But in all seriousness, it was surreal. Evonne and Naomi and Aya and A.J and everyone who participated, you are (insert adjective of your choice here).