My Halloween lovers. Coat from Heikki Salonen (2008).
Kanye Ballet (because he's all "Highbrow" now)
My brain is burned out from all my Cultural Studies and Communications papers, but here goes… Premise: Phoenix ‘alien’ is unsuccessfully acculturated (enter aesthetically pleasing scene with some Classic/Last Supper/ Ballet break) then some exchange where the girl (who is a bird) tells Kanye that she has to leave, but Kanye whines (she’s a bird, Kanye). Then the...
Origami Cranes and Grainy Photo
And a itsy wishbone thrown in. Again, in real life, I am this pale.
Erm, I’m taking a wee break from school stuffs to point out, that firstly, Spring 2010 was all about cats (Miu Miu), but the literary world has opted to trend frail little critters (or the derogatory term: “rodents”) instead. Case in point, Rakoff and Sedaris both have new books out, and lo and behold: Oh, and Alex Prager’s “Spellbound” for W? Resort...
During the summer, Eliza and I had discussed outfit posts, because we’re blog nerds like that. Outfit posts are totally cool and all, but we tend to prefer candids where the person is totally caught off-guard, or not even aware of the shot; the vibes are just so much more carefree. There are also so many bloggers out there who take an outfit post to the next level, for example, Elizabeth,...
Ok, so, I am in the process of editing photos from a recent shoot, but until then, ummm reading break? All I have been doing is sitting in a fluorescent, poorly ventilated cubicle studying personality and interpersonal relationships. Everytime I open my computer to study lecture slides, it cries. I decided to take a little study break and go book shopping. A book on LAWNS! I mean,...
…back to 2007. Shit, goddamn. The casual/crazy jodhpurs, the colors, the furs. The face paint. Constricted neck. It’s as though a preppy Princeton boy from the 50s collided with the future. Repeat: shit, goddamn.
"He's a real Mr. Transistors."
I recently picked up this copy of Tom Wolfe’s Mauve Gloves & Madmen, Clutter & Vine. I’ve only just begun reading, but so far, he has managed to deflate the pretentiousness of poseurs and hipsters on the first page. His illustrations are also pretty nifty: The look above reminded me of Kelly’s look from not too long ago.
When I write essays or study for exams, one of the most important things to me in the world (apart from complex carbohydrates aka “brain food”) is a nice, comfy, cozy sweater…especially in a bitchin Aztec print. These sweater preferences help counteract the drab architectural features and lack of heating (how ruuuuude).
thatkindofwoman asked: Those might be a little too funky for me! Hahha thanks though!
School’s been cramping my style all kinds, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate this Mary Meyer ‘Bleach Dress.’ This week is “catch-up week” — back to regular programming shortly.
Here are some things that were lying around the house. I scanned them (my camera just greeted me with “C: Failure!”). And then I opened the Preview file and layered that on top of an ocean-related photo, which was my desktop photo. Do you like play by plays? Apparently I do right now. Let’s go: Oceanographer extraordinaire, Jacques Cousteau, and a little tea-stained...
My intention when re-issuing my blog was to update it frequently, and after my technology problems, I now have school to blame? I’m sorry. Once I catch up to the 1383080389 pages in readings (wtf, this is only week 2?) I’ll be back online, webiverse. Until then, I went to dye the ends of my hair, and apparently my hair just scoffed at the dye and peroxide? When I say...
I know, I know! I haven’t been updating as of late. Shameful. School just started and my days have been filled with waiting in long lines all day just to speak to an advisor for about ten minutes (I’m graduating this spring - EEP!) Posts will resume shortly.
So, I begin first day of classes tomorrow. I am officially bidding adieu to summer with this little photo essay. I actually feel like this right now: Here are some images from the summer. The beautiful summer that was 2010.
The Many Faces of Meisel.
Collection of screenshots from “Portfolio.”
aka my backdrop for these photos. Dad’s old jean jacket. It’s bleached, creased and worn in perfectly. Allison Moore Robolollipop. OLDgOLD bracelet. Here’s a closer look: You can actually turn it!
I get it. Fine. It is definitely ironic that this shoot used clothing so expensive that the clothing alone could probably finance more cleaning projects to soak up all the oil covering the beaches and animals. Fine. But don’t you feel something when you look at these photos? McMenamy is drenched in oil, and you barely notice what she’s wearing because of the many painful expressions...