Chics, man

Girls. I know we talk about this all the time, but I don't understand why we're so mean to each other. Unlike boys, we decide to lie and hide our true feelings, only to gossip behind each others' backs. We could just say how we really feel or speak clearly or even through a punch. But we need to 'talk' things out. Because females aren't physical, they're supposed to be feminine. Let me just say that I don't see any guys crying and blubbering on. I would rather have a black eye and have all the drama over with.

So these photos. These women are chic, they're clothes are easy and seemingly effortless. I can't imagine being friends with them. Going to Fashion's Night Out (pictures to come), shopping in New York, and hanging out in hipster night clubs until 5 in the morning. Oh, I guess I can imagine. But there is definitely a reason why my best friend is a boy. We can talk about almost everything (besides boyfriends, but hey, that's fair) and we're completely honest with each other. Recently we've been spending all our time together and began fighting. Snarky comments are not really equivalent with guys, but that's my fault. I think I introduced him to some nasty sarcasm. But in the end he pointed out how rude I was being (and I might have said something back to that) and we were able to laugh it off. I don't think that any girl could do that.

So thank you bestie (yes, I know you probably don't want to be called that). I can't be anymore sappy or cliche than that or you might punch me. And I'm too girly to take that.

Images Via: lookbook.nu, 5 Inches and Up, altamira

Virgo Girl

Hey readers! So today I turn 17, and I just want to say that I.FEEL.OLD, but my friends and family have really made this the best one yet :). Presents opening is going on in a few minutes, and I'm excited to see what I have to share with you all! I know most of them already since I picked a lot myself, but for now I'll say a few; some really cool earrings and a pair of equestrian boots, as well as these sunglasses from my aunt (which are coming in the mail but have not arrived yet; I LOVE THEM THOUGH). They look like they've come straight out of the 60's! I promise to post pictures of presents etc. tomorrow afternoon, but I at least wanted to give you this:

My astrological sign, the virgo, is usually depicted as on the smart and shy side, but what I like about our kind is that we know how to work a simple style, as well as be courageous and try new ideas and trends. Here are a few virgos I want to recognize:

For starters, there's Astraea, the original virgo herself

And of course Cameron Diaz (on the cover of the UK's July vogue)

And the talented Alexander Skarsgard as well

Images via:

www.flix66.com

www.photobucket.com

www.socialitelife.com

Serious Shoe Porn

Thank you to 5 Inches and Up for introducing the world to beautiful shoes. We all need a little pretty.

Images via: 5 Inches and Up

Too Much?

I don't understand school. There's something about it that makes me feel like someone punched me in the face. I just feel so drained, so exhausted. I've completely lost the will to care. What does sitting in a classroom, learning mundane facts have to do with life? I'm sure that if Precalculus ever comes up in my future career I can get a tutor or read a book (shocker!).
A friend of my mine went to vocational school, training during high school so that the minute she graduated she could go straight into a job. Though I do want to go to college, there's something about learning practical skills. If by some chance I couldn't go straight to New York I would be able to work my way to where ever I wanted to go. But it's even less about having a job (no, the hunt has not gone well), it's really about being able to take pride in something.
Creation in its rawest form is done with two hands, determination mixed with curiosity, and a whole lot of time. Recently, an artist (I wish I could remember his name) holed up in his brother's garage for two weeks. He created a live art project, leaving his web cam running the entire time he worked, creating a self portrait on a turning wheel with letters from significant moments in people's lives who called in.
Crazy, you say? Need years of training you say? Wouldn't you be surprised to know that during the week this man works as a computer processor. People have the capacity for the amazing. The technological advances we've made in the past fifty years speak to that. But how can we continue to grow and to really understand our world if we're never in it? We spend so much of our lives sleeping or stuck in a cubicle/desk that the world becomes idealized; a glimmering bit of sunlight almost completely blocked by Venetian blinds.
Don't get me wrong, I believe in education. As a society we cannot grow as a society if we never have any knowledge, but students (that means you!) need to demand more real world experience. Whatever we learn in those seats are useless if we can't carry them with us.

You might be wondering how these photos fit into this post. Notice the black and grey? Yea? Well that's my mood.

What do you think? Am I a whiny slacker or is school getting you down?

Images Via: lookbook.nu, becausei'maddicted

Little Details

I know I shouldn't "sweat the small stuff", but isn't really all about the details? Today, during a much too hot and much needed lunch break, I couldn't help but stare at the girl across from me. No, I have not finally decided to go gay after my many male misadventures, but I was fascinated by her socks. It must have been 90 degrees and yet here she was, wearing thick, tall knee socks with suede boots. There's got to be something wrong with us (yes I include myself among the fashion literate). We choose to wear the ridiculous, the weird, the unbelievable. We torture feet to fit into heels, suction our stomachs for bandeau dresses. It's crazy! And yet, isn't that what makes fashion so incredible? The need to express oneself so strongly that you can help but wear five inch heels to school or socks on a steaming August day.

Images Via: Street Pepper, I Know What You Wore Last Season (Louis Vuttion backpack)

Bowling

Wear your surgical mask. It's been reported, an outbreak of the Moving Flu. It seems like every blogger is moving (5 Inches and Up, Fashion Toast) or fixing up the apartment that they've just moved into (The Glamouri). My family has finally decided on a house, as well. But before we even start decorating, it's packing up everything that's been strewn around the rental house for the last nine months. Though I hate breaking out the tape and getting my lazy ass off the couch to actually complete something, I definitely enjoy finding pieces of my closet that I though I lost.
My favorite, so far, has been a vintage bowler hat that my Bubbie (translation: grandmother) gave me a while back. I didn't even remember having it, but all of a sudden: there it was. It's nice to know that the goblins under my bed haven't stolen everything.

Images Via: lookbook.nu

Unimpressed

I've watched this video at least three times. With the first click I though I was going to be blown away, I mean, Martin Scorsese + Chanel= Heaven. Except not. I watched the whole one minute and two seconds and was almost angry it was over. Remember Now must have been a good ten minutes of quiet murmuring between Lagerfeld and his cheek-bones-made-of-glass muse/mistress (Side note: Did you know that Karl used to be fat? And I mean rotund. Apparently he stopped eating and just drank Diet Coke). Anyways, I clicked again, thinking I must have hit a wrong button in my excitement to see this video. I mean, the Chanel website continues to call it a 'film', it can't just be a minute.

Oh, but it is. I watched it another time (and possibly once more), just for you dear reader.

Conclusion: Yes, the what's-his-name who speaks into the camera looks so good in a suit it should be illegal, but besides that, this "film" (see what I did there?) is more moldy than a Rastafarian's dreadlocks. Even watching it so many times didn't help make sense of the plot-wait, there was a plot?

But don't trust my angry ranting. What do you think?

P.S. I know I owe you guys some posts and I'm getting my act together, I promise!