Wednesday, March 27, 2013

No one's got it all

dress: Forever 21
cardigan: pretty sure I stole this from my sister's apartment, sorry Amy
bag, midi rings and shoes: Urban Outfitters
bracelet: gift

For round 2 of Post Titles Inspired By Emotional Songs, I was putting this together and thinking of all of the different ways that I should've merchandised my outfit better, stood with better posture, adjusted the lighting, used a real camera (maybe with a tripod, WHOA) and used a hundred filters to make my wine-bloated face less offensive to your precious eyes. I tend to really over-analyze what I throw out there and it tends to lead to overall anxiety and self-consciousness (even though, let's be honest, having a personal fashion blog is a totally blatant exercise in some degree of ego-stroking). 

And though the less insane part of me just wants to show you something pretty, with the limited resources I have available, I just want it all.


P.S. The song is "Hero" by Regina Spektor.

Monday, March 11, 2013

I've got a land mine in my blood line

Jacket, tank and pants all Forever 21
necklace: vintage
shoes: Target
bag: UO

The post title isn't really relevant to anything, I've just been listening to the Old 97's lately.

Let me just say that this jacket is itchy as all hell on the insides of the sleeves and I can't EVEN really complain about it because it was probably stitched together in a sweatshop for six cents and purchased for just slightly above that. 

What I WILL bitch about is the fact that I ordered cute business cards for this blog (RIGHT?) and the post office lost them. That was me storming down Broadway through Brooklyn this afternoon throwing the adult equivalent of a walking-tantrum. I don't know how else I'm supposed to quadruple my monthly readership to 24 without a little bit of print exposure. Plus giving away a card with your name on it just looks cool. Like holding a clipboard. 

In other news, my 25th birthday is approaching at an alarming rate, and I would like to thoughtfully plan out my quarter-life crisis meltdown. I'm going to move to Portland and start keeping indoor terrariums and eat food only if it was sourced no further than ten blocks away. I should also probably start dating someone in a band.

Crying into my wine,


Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Bellavance FW 2013, Milk Studios

Nolan Bellavance and Ava Hama debuted their first collection earlier last month and I managed to elbow my way to the front of the room (stopping briefly to pluck an unidentified hors d'oeuvre off of a tray) to get to the gothy goodness. The patent-leather trimmed jacket made me all happy and the floral dresses looked super modern and sleek paired with boots and dark red lipstick (which I'm seeking out today).

In other news, I have consumed nothing but juice in the last 36 hours (you know, for science) and I'm feeling slightly less crappy than last night. I was told that today, day 2 of 3,  might be a good day to stay in bed, but I think I would just end up feeling worse. Lethargy and hunger are not something I want to lay in bed with for the next 12 hours so I'm going to do...something. ACTIVITIES. Headache be damned.