This is what it looks like when I try to emulate the amazing glorified awesomeness orgasmic I-would-end-my-life-for-you perfection that is CdG Black. I literally died when I saw it. It was like when you can't convey your point properly and someone does so perfectly you can't help but scream "OH MY GOD YES THAT'S IT!" at the top of your lungs. That's what I felt like. Like the perfect outfit I just haven't fully become conscious of yet, these photos did it for me (is that cheating? I'm probably going to hell. In drop crotch pants.) Yeah, I have a feeling the next few posts are all going to be me wearing these drop crotch pants. And blueblack blazers. And blouses. Dude, at this point I'm going to dye my hair red like the model wearing the original clothing. Sheesh.

My camera wasn't working (bitch) so hello Mac Photobooth. 

Can I just have one piece? Please? Pretty please? The socks? One sock? Thread?

I'm spending tomorrow evening practicing how to perfect these eyes for when I go to any store with Comme in it. Fuck exams.

Blazer is thrifted. Blouse and drop-crotch pants from H&M. Shoes are thrifted.

awesomenessmess

So, like, no words, except for



HI ANNA are you per chance Anna van Schurman and decided not to mention it? Proficient in 14 languages and UMFUCKYEAH is one of them? I would not be surprised. (I realize this would mean you were a zombie but that would make you, like, the coolestzombievur.)

But yeah. Let's just say I pulled a James Cromwell when I saw this and went

no. effin. way.

Oh my god, guys, I actually posted something. I got off of my sloth-y ass and posted something. Probably because I just remembered sloth as one of the seven deadly sins and realized if I didn't I would be burning in the fiery pits of hell for all of eternity (I just vividly imagined Satan in an internet cafe sipping a green tea latte browsing his favourite blogs and being all "I WANT AN OUTFIT POST MOTHERFUCKER")... so on the basis of my afterlife's status I decided to skip school (don't judge me) and play dress up (fine judge me but don't admit you're not jealous). I went biking around town too, but that is entirely besides the point. Because, you know, my blog posts always have a point. :/

I bought this shirt yesterday and it reminded me of pirates so I decided to dress up like (gasp) a pirate! Improvised an eye patch with an old bathing suit top I have. Yeah I realize the eye patch isn't on my face because, I'll be honest, eye patches scare the living estrogen out of me. But again, that is besides the non-existent point. 

I used my black scarf as a skirt. Seriously, every single person should own a black scarf, they are the Oxy Clean of fashion. I even contemplated using it as a shirt last week (don't ask how or why but it is living proof, man, living proof. The thing can be/do anything).

I'd like to sincerely thank the Tag for sticking out. Really. You mean so much to me and all four people who read this blog.

Honestly I have no idea why I put this up. Probably to show off my CHRISTMAS LIGHTS. Yeah it's June, keep walking.

Probably the worst close-up known to photography. This is what the shirt actually looks like on the website though, if your curiosity peeks your interest.

I look like such a nerd in this photo. Upon posting this Urkel is going to ring me up and ask me to be his friend.

This was what was underneath the scarf; a touch of lace peeking through. Ignore my unshaved legs, children. Sloth strikes again in the form of hygiene.

Pink shirt from Urban Outfitters, Roxy bathing suit top from God knows where, scarf from mom's closet, lace skirt from H&M, Doc Marten boots are thrifted, and glasses are 3D rims.