"A girl should be two things, classy and fabulous."
- Coco Chanel

Monday, June 6, 2011

To Be a Connecticut

I am well aware that by this point all of you folks have stopped reading this because of my rather pathetic and sudden departure from the world. I assure you, I am indeed still alive, but only just. I have found that during the winter months, I become less of a human and more of a bear. Actually, I live in most trivial and boring way that I'm not even sure that I am comparable to a bear, as bears at least get outside to attack some deserving person for invading the privacy of the hibernating cave. I do not even do that. No, I resolve to destroy my intelligence with mindless television. (Real Housewives, anyone?) So I would instead compare my winter self to some sort of raccoon, or perhaps even a squirrel, but not nearly as cute.

It was sad, yes, but I think that perhaps it was for the better. If I had not stopped with the blogging and the fashion and the art, then how could I have realized how important it is to me? I will not be some sort of sack of nothingness, and I will not desert my creativity because it is easier. That would be very Connecticut.

Yes, Connecticut is now an adjective, I thought of it in the shower. One must never be Connecticut and I think, that is why so many people use the abbreviation, CT. To be a Connecticut is very dirty language, and I will not tolerate anyone using such a word.

Except for me, because I had to explain it.

On to lighter things from here, yes?

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Greetings, Comrades.

Hello there. I'm embarrassed to share that for a while there I fell captive to Connecticut, but unfortunately for me, not too much has happened that needed sharing.

(Well, that's not true, the Royal Wedding occurred in April, and I am still dealing with the emotional aftermath of that.)

Hm... What else? Nothing! Isn't that sad? I don't think that I have worn heels to school since January! What a mess I am!

I will not resolve to blog more, or to be more or less like I was a few months ago, because I have tried that, and it has failed. So instead, I will firmly resolve to be less... Connecticut, surely just the thought of Connecticut will make my blood boil, and I will be back in a jiffy.

I am now going to write, "Don't Be Connecticut" on every stationary object in my house and we will see how that turns out.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

it's cold outside

I HATE WINTER. We've had I think ten (nine?) snow days thus far, and according to my sources, my school hasn't had a full week of school since December 13th. Redonculous. Typically, I'm done with winter by January 2nd, and this is dragging on and on and on.

The only reason to stay on winter's side is because of these lovely shearling jackets that make me salivate at the mouth.

Ten Best Dressed — Kate Bosworth
Kate Bosworth in Helmut Lang, from vogue.com. I can't really think of anything she's been in that I've seen, but her jacket, her jacket, her jacket. They had one similar to this at Anthropologie on the sale rack the other day, Vince, I think it was. And if I'm correct, it was $79.99, which is out of my price range, especially because of Paris.

It's just so lovely. The zipper, the leather sleeves, the CURLY fur!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Curly!! It's spectacular.

Helmut Lang Fall 2010 Ready-to-Wear

The runway version. Sigh. If $79.99 was too much, I'm not going to even look at the price tag on this. I have, however, found more affordable options for clothing stalkers like myself.

This is the Aiko option from Saks, more sweatshirty, but lovely enough for me to bookmark on my computer. I bought a romper from the same brand (and material, and color) at Bloomingdale's before Christmas, and I don't at all regret that purchase.


This Phillip Lim is also mouthwatering, but doesn't have the nice, under $200 price as the Aiko. The cropped look is rather irresistible, though.

Speaking of irresistible, I am now going to make granola bars that are supposed to be healthy but have a stick of butter and half a bag of chocolate chips in them. OM NOM NOM.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

This is more productive than sitting inside my celebratory blanket fort and reading Harry Potter because the pages are falling out


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Night everybody, Thanks for the fun time

Pretty in Pink, The Beatles, mostly because I just downloaded a CD and "I have I Want to Hold Your Hand" stuck in my head, Prada shoes Grease (which I've never seen through in one viewing but want to so badly), Ferris Bueller

I got my varsity jacket from Urban Outfitters, even though it probably took like a month because they originally sent the wrong size and color. I'm still in love with them though.

Basically now I'm just going for that whole boyish girlish thing. And while I'm sure that is very very clear I will detail it further, simply because midterms have been cancelled and I have time. My mission is to achieve outfits that are girlish in nature, but have some sort of boyish feature, and sometimes vice versa.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

I would google-translate something clever in french but I'm kind of ashamed that I don't know enough to come up with it on my own.


I'm pretty sure I should be studying for midterms, but I did that for awhile today, and my self-diagnosed ADD is kicking in.

Which reminds me... (it doesn't really remind me, it's just a good segue)... GUESS WHO'S GOING TO PARIS???? That's right, ME. Or moi, if I wanted to be all clever and French. WHICH I WILL BE BECAUE I AM GOING TO FRANCE!!!!!!!!!


Meep!


WOW!!! Now, being that I'll be going in late February, I'm starting to make the key decisions about this trip. Would it be strange to carry around a whole baguette with me as I walk around? Or is that just as strange there as it is here, though, our bread isn't even close to their league, so..... could it be excused?

I already found a consignment shop I NEED TO GO TO. They had Margiela leggings for like 38 euros. Meep. We'll be staying in Le Marais, where all the lovely little boutiquey places are, so there will be major major major shopping. And even though it's not at all close, I INSIST on going to at least see the windows of Chanel and Lacroix, just so I can say I did, and so I can have my first heart attack abroad! Well, I've never had one in the U.S. either, but...

Speaking of Chanel (proper segue this time, please note), I've been cyber stalking this bag for a few weeks now. I can't seem to find it anywhere besides Vogue. com, which is good enough because otherwise there would be multiple sources I'd have to check daily. This way at least is simple.

Sigh. It's just perfect. How perfect would it be to just stroll into 31 rue Cambon and just ask for one, and pay for it with a debit card, not even looking at the price tag. It's just like, "Wow, It's Thursday, I think I really need a mint green bag!" While impossible and ridiculous, that is my ultimate dream.



Wednesday, January 19, 2011

i'm only human

It has been two months and twelve days if my math is correct, but I really wouldn't count on it being correct. Note the lack of the word "so". I've noted that I say "so" so much that even I find it intolerable. And it's always at the beginning of my sentences. Why??? Did the "so" aliens get into my head at birth, and somehow distort my brain so that I cannot properly formulate a sentence without the use of the word "so"???

I think I have become stranger in the past two months and twelve days just because of how quickly those thoughts came to me.

Vogue Gallery

You may know of my pre-existing bias to Margiela (whose name, by the way, took me the whole of two weeks to learn to say properly) because he was the designer I was assigned at Parsons, but I find this so luxurious I just want to eeep. I love velvet. I love it. And this looks as though it's a velvet jumpsuit. Just, yes. I even like the face that the model is wearing, like she is just above everyone else, which, while she certainly is literally, she also is because that look makes her ooze elegance. No, not even, it's like she's swimming in elegance, if elegance was in fact a noun.

Vogue Gallery

Marc Jacobs which I've basically been trying to base my entire life off of because it is so perfect that when I first saw it I was actually left unable to speak. And even still when I try to describe my feelings for it all that comes out is incomprehensible mumbling. The other day I was bored and watching too many 30 Rock reruns so instead I printed out and pasted all 57 of the looks from this show on index cards which I can now carry around with me always.

Don't judge me.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Sigh.




Have any idea where these are from?


Want to guess what I want? Those. THOSE THOSE THOSE THOSE THOSE.


I've been having a real boy-meets-girl fixation right now. You know, flowing dresses under thick sweaters with clunky boots with socks. This was probably brought on by the J. Crew catalog that I've also been a bit focused on.



Well, the boots are basically everything I want wrapped up into a pair of shoes. The socks, the leather, and the rubber sole all scream masculine, but then contrast with the height makes me swoon. I've been staring at it for who knows how long. The only thing that's stopping me is the price. $258. Sigh. I suppose that will have to be a Christmas ask-for- gift, which is far too much time to wait for my comfort---even though they've already put up the Christmas decorations in the mall. (Ridiculous, no?)