February 24, 2010
C'est Ma Vie
There's a certain amount of intimacy associated with certain types of new media. For me, it's sort of like dating--you know, you start out slow by meeting and getting to know someone (Twitter), then get to know one another the relationship progresses (blogs, Facebook). In my book, anyone who has my email address is practically a lover. Here's how it breaks down:
As long as you're not a spammer and I like what you have to
Based on this post about changing style direction from leather and studs to softer and more feminine, I decided to pull a few items from the back of the closet to see if I could reappropriate all the gray and black into something a bit more douce.
Dress, Victoria's Secret; sweater, H&M; tights, Forever21; socks, American Apparel; belt, vintage; earrings, The Little Mahatma
I see lots of grays and taupes in my future
February 19, 2010
February 17, 2010
For reasons I probably don't (or maybe I do) need to explain, I've developed an obsession with independently published magazines, especially the artsy-fartsy/fashion-y ones run by a small group of passionate people.
I understand the commitment, the dedication, the long hours, and the attention that goes into even the tiniest detail. I've experienced the frustration when contributors don't follow through, the elation when the final product is finished, the nervous jitters that invade your stomach (can
For the past several seasons, fashion has been all about tough-girl grunge chic, replete with biker-inspired leather and spikes. "We're in a recession for chrissakes!" everyone exclaimed. Cue the shaggy hair, kohl-encircled eyes, and slashed and shredded clothing that looked like it barely survived the apocalypse; all finished off with four-inch platform stripper heels.
NYFW, Fall 2009
It makes me tired thinking about it, and I'm a pretty hardcore strong-willed bitchy type. Maintaining such a defensive stance