Thursday, August 28, 2008
I have always been a huge fan of the label Built by Wendy. The clothing that is n designed by them every season is really youthful and beautiful, The perfect combination of dorky and chic.
This season was no different. Their A/W 08 collection combined really flattering shapes with gorgeous colors and prints. I think canada goose lightweight camp coat was inspired by The Sound of Music (A flipping great movie), Based upon the appearance of dirndls, Lederhosen and jumpers that looked vaguely like curtains. Very, Very stylish curtains.
These are some pictures of me when I went to Ireland on vacation. Yes, That is me playing baseball on the beach wearing a floor length dress. I personally think I was extremely dextrous under the circumstances,
Is my favorite color combination. Went out to lunch with my best friend today. It was amazing to see her, I just got back from being out of the country for nine weeks.
(Sweatshirt-Pennys, skirt-H&M, shoes-Macys, Tights-Capezio)
Sorry for looking fat and for the weird picture quality. I used to take pictures in my room, But canada goose lightweight camp coat got redone and I have nowhere to put the camera for self-Timing. But here I am in any case.
(skirt-River island, Sweater-l.l. bean, scarf-Somewhere in ireland, shoes-Somewhere in london)
So I was actually going to do a real, Live outfit post today. I know, Shocker after all of these filling-In bits I’ve been doing. They were pictures I took a few days ago when I was still in Ireland (I got back today, A few hours ago). But as my camera screen is, well, Cracked beyond repair, I couldn’t see how the pics turned out. I just looked at them on the computer and, Needless to say, I think tomorrow will be the day for outfit pictures. Today was a failure
I’m going to go eat pizza.
Despite the fact that I have gone shopping in no less than four countries this summer, I still find myself asking the eternal question as the fateful day draws nigh: What should I wear for the first day of school? Somehow, Nothing in my closet seems,right. However, These little beauties on the internet have just the mood I would like to convey:
I know that everybody hates on American Apparel, But I would love to wear this, Buttoned all the way up to the top, Tucked into a pair of skinny jeans with holes in the knees. Anyway, I love American Apparel. Fuck the haters, I say!
I am discovering that I have a peculiar penchant for red plaid dresses. First I bought one at Topshop, Now this from Urban Outfitters. It looks rather cozy.
I actually had a dream where I imagined this exact dress. And now canada goose lightweight camp coat is here before me. This must be fate, No one can deny my of this dress,
Almost too practical. What can I say? I am dangerously prudish when it comes to shoes.
I would love to be trotting back and forth from school with my books safely nestled in this gorgeous little bag.
And finally, The perfect A/W 08 Blair Waldorf dress. It’s chic, But not fussy, And although I am wary when it comes to patterns, This passes every test with flying colors.
So you see, I am really a simple creature at heart,
(Pictures from AmericanApparel, Urban Outfitters, Shopbop, BuiltbyWendy)
I took in the silence. It rested upon my head, Like a bird and with it’s warm wings it gently suffocated me. I read once that Isabel Allende said that it was imperative for her to work in silence, Because that was the time when one’s imagination could truly be given full rein, And therefore one’s best work could be created. She said that people were afraid of silence, Because we live in a world of noise.
I had my silence, But unlike Isabel I could not harness it into anything creative. Lying on my bed, I drank Jack Daniels out of a flowered flask and tried to decide if the shape on my ceiling was really growing larger and more menacing, Or if I was just drunk. My love had left me an hour earlier, And I didn’t think he would be back.
The absence of people is what makes silence, And at that point I felt less like a person and more like the sheets I lay upon. I was melting, And I liked the feeling. Soon morning would come and I would have a headache, And a heartache and I would feel no less insignificant, Despite the fact that I would rejoin the world of the living. I would talk to my friends, I would talk to my parents, And perhaps they would guess, From the tilt of my head or the darkening of my irises, That I held secrets within my breast. I would not divulge; I would smile and smile and smile.
Picture from foto_decadent