Wednesday, October 24, 2012


Halloween vibes are most definitely either extremely modern/pop-culturey or extremely old/voodoo-y. Since I'm saving the turn-of-the-century medium vibes for November (because it's cold and everything is sepia-toned) I'm going with 60's acid-bright colors meets druggy/grunge/witchy vibes meets glam rock weirdness/awesomeness.

Rookie (this photo gallery was deeply, profoundly awesome)

The Mad Mod

Self Constructed Freak


Tumblr (This movie fghgfhf so stupidly funny (the fact that they kept reminding us that he was a virging? They'd be talking to the guy and just randomly say stuff like, "OH YEAH AND THANK GOD YOU'RE A VIRGIN AMIRIGHT??))

Grace Jones

Style Rookie


Dress by Lucian Matis, necklace by H&M


I found out after writing this that Halloween for me is basically glam rock, but creepy.


Monday, October 15, 2012

Witchy Halloween Vibezzzz

  1. Feel Flows - The Beach Boys
  2. Respect - Aretha Franklin
  3. Because - The Beatles
  4. Forgiven - Alanis Morissette
  5. Asleep - The Smiths
  6. My Wild Love - The Doors
  7. Ballad Of A Thin Man - Bob Dylan
  8. Summertime Sadness - Lana Del Rey
  9. Young Man Blues - The Who
  10. I Miss You - Bjork
  11. Heroin - The Velvet Underground
  12. Heroes - David Bowie

And then I was all like FEMINISM

Today in Spanish class, my teacher tried to teach us about Frida Kahlo, but all the boys in my class took it upon themselves to make the class into a "let's-insult-Frida-Kahlo-based-on-her-looks-alone" session. Being the only female in the class and the extreme feminist that I am, sitting through comments such as "Who would marry that??" and "I can't even look at it!" and "Couldn't she have made herself look a little bit better??" infuriated me.
Okay, so Frida's art is pretty subjective, and not everyone will appreciate it. But comments like "she should fix herself up a bit, then she could be pretty" are uncalled for. First of all, the whole point of Frida's art just went right over your head. Second of all, I can guarantee these guys would not be saying the same thing if Frida was a man. And it's true. While a man can be any number of things, can take any form or have any appearance, a woman must always be "pretty". Otherwise, people will get mad at her. "It's her fault," people will say. "She could have fixed herself up. She could look nicer if she wanted to." If this is so, how come men aren't told the same thing? Because men aren't held to the same standard of perfection that women are. This is why it is so difficult for women who don't measure up to the conventional standard of beauty. It's gotten to the point where even the work of an amazing and passionate artist is overlooked because of her looks.

So, because of the ignorant people in my class today, this post is dedicated to Frida Kahlo. You go, Frida.


Saturday, October 13, 2012

I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.

I went to this fall festival thing at a farm, and we took a lot of cool pictures there.
 Sweater is from Salvation Army, skirt from an estate sale, shoes are thrifted and socks are from Goodwill. Photos taken by my dad.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

I want to see a Mitt Romney vs. Big Bird Cage Match

So this weekend I was in NYC with my friend Aine, and we did a lot of fun stuff like going to the museum (I swear that isn't supposed to be sarcastic). Supposedly there was an Andy Warhol exhibit in MoMa but they LIED and there were only 2 Warhol's, but I did see a guy who looked like he was impersonating Andy Warhol. Either that or Andy's back from the dead. OOOOOOOH!
And yes, I am on a first-name basis with Andy Warhol.

 There was this really cool drawing of a hand ( you can't really see it in this photo too well) so I pulled a Sistine Chapel.
After Perks (2 points for Gryffindor if you can tell we've been sobbing)
 Bein' a COOL CAT.
 I got saddle shoes!!!! They came in the mail last week but I was too lazy to take a photo of them before. (Also my socks have cats on them)
 I made this dress over the summer and I really like it. I got the idea from these 1965 New Yorker magazines I got from my neighbors.
 I ate a delicious bagel.
 "I can't believe I ate the whole thing!!"

"Summer of '69" came on the radio in the bagel shop and that is why these photos exist.
 This was an awesome piece of art in MoMa that up-close looked like a bunch of random scribbles and from far-away because Spiderman.
I got some really cheap clip-on earrings from a costume store but they're glittery and remind me of David Bowie so I like them.

Also, when I was in NYC we stopped in a Barnes & Noble with a Starbucks inside and I spent an HOUR looking for Pete Townshend's autobiography, only to find out it was going on sale the day AFTER (even though all around the store there were ads for it being "On Sale Today!")
In my magnificent quest I somehow managed to buy a Pumpkin Spice Latte and a Doors album, both of which I didn't really mean to buy but did anyway because I have no self control.

Speaking of the Doors, I've spent all week obsessing over/being creeped out by Jim Morrison, so just because I can do what I want (this is MY BLOG), here is a picture of the Lizard King himself.

Alright, I'm going to watch the Daily Show, because Pete Townshend is the guest star and maybe he will explain why his book has been evading me.
Although I don't really need an excuse to watch the Daily Show.