kudos to terry richardson

I'm in the process of watching the season finale of Lost right now, so I'm going to make this post brief. The photoshoot of Lara Stone in "Sunset Boulevard" (this month's issue of Vogue Paris) is s-t-u-n-n-i-n-g. I'll post some of it later.

Here is one of my favourite pictures.

Love love love love love.

steady later, alligator (or a while, crocodile)

I won't be posting here often until the summer, when I have spare time. By that time, I will have renovated my closet (figuratively) and I will be taking picture on a regular basis (hopefully). At the moment I have a lot of homework, so I have to make this short and sweet.

I have recently, as recent as ten minutes ago, discovered this gorgeous piece from Miu Miu's Spring 2008 Ready to Wear line.


Give me a minute to drool.....



Minute's up.

reborn, or something like it

I think I'm going to start using this blog more often now. I've been writing over at livejournal, but it's getting a tad boring there. I've been so inspired by all of these fashion blogs to come back here and write strictly on fashion (well not that strict, but you get the point). I'm getting so sick of the clothes in my closet. I'm always trying to spice things up by rummaging through my mom's closet. Speaking of her closet, it is heavenly. Her skirts are to die for. I wore a long red skirt out last weekend and she went mental when she saw it on me. Yet she hasn't worn it for years. I don't think she has touched over half of her clothes in years. The beautiful clothes too! She's gone from fashionably inspirational to looking like Carmela Soprano.

Anyway, I've been having a shoe dilemma for quite some time. I've been searching for gladiator sandals ever since I saw these beauties on Mary Kate Olsen.

These 2007 resort Chanel gladiators are the epitome of life. The thought of them drive me insane. I need them that bad. I've been searching for a pair like this for ever. I've even resorted to online shopping, something I am a virgin to. I hope to god I get sandals like these before summer starts. This is now my goal.

Before I leave and do my homework (I'll be back here in about ten minutes due to lack of incentive), here are some of my favourite street style outfits I've seen recentely.

philosophy is a great high ruiner

There's a movie I watched last night, stoned. A philisophical film called "Waking Life". When the high toned down a bit and I stopped focusing on the weird and funny shapes the people speaking took, I began to listen. The people were still distracting, so I didn't get a whole lot out of it. What I did understand (and remember) were a few things. Firstly, our communicational skills are derived from our want to communicate our thoughts. Most of what we process in our heads is never known by others, trapped away. Thus our thrive for communication, to share these thoughts with the outside world. There was more to it, but that was all I understood. Her face shape was too amusing. Secondly, how do we decipher our awake state from our dreaming state? In which are we actually awake? Our dreams are an expansion of our imaginations. Thirdly, why can we not reach our full potential in creation and art and such? Is society simply fearful or just lazy? Our dreams are somehow that tucked away potential that we can achieve. Where we reach our fullest potential. So why can't we do it in the real world? Lastly, the biggest philisophical question of all. Where do we go when we die? This movie makes the post mortal state to become a never ending dreaming state. Where you can never return and reach your full potential. Others say that it's reincarnation in this movie, but they argue it. I just don't remember how. Here is an excerpt of the movie, about our communcational behaviour and our thoughts and language.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r6Ee9mW9IG8

I've been rambling on for too long.
I'm going to go watch it again and recap what I missed.

gondry is to film what parisians are to fashion

I am in love with Jon Brion and his work on the "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" soundtrack. "The Theme is so undescribable. It's so ordinary yet magnificent. It's difficult to put into words. Electric Light Orchestra's "Mr. Blue Sky" is just as good. My mother could have just died and it would still have me on my feet singing along. Seriously. This soundtrack is absolute genious.


Don't even let me begin about the movie. Michael Gondry is an absolute God. He has inspired me so much. I am actually contemplating going into film (or using film as an art) because of him. Everything he does is so artistic, so depressing, so beautiful. This movie makes me cry and laugh and so many other things I simply can't think of. He is so easily compared to Burton and Kubrick, with the exception of murder and rape and all that jazz. Either way, I just want to give Gondry a big hug.



Another director that has caught my eye is Spike Jonze. I was watching Bjork's "It's Oh So Quiet" video and I was convinced Gondry directed it. Instead, I discovered Jonze, who also directed "Y Control" by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. The video gives off the vibe of insanity, which is exactly what I think of when I hear YYY. He also directed "Get Back" by Ludacris, and surprisingly he made a rap video work out to my likings (there were no half-naked women in it). I have a crush on his directing skills. But he's no Gondry.

parisians: an alienated fashion breed

Wow. These Parisians are fucking inspirational. Remind me why I decided to go to Jamaica instead?
I am so upset that I didn't go there. Fuck it... I'm buying a ticket. Right now.

jesus recently reincarnated into this dress

Sorry God... but I would commit every sin for this dress.

impulsive to be impulsive

To begin, I plan to get a tattoo somewhere on my body. I have the back of my neck in mind, but we can't be positive until I get it. I want one of these birds tattooed on me. It will represent freedom, innocence, and the first impulsive thing that will start the chain of my impulsiveness.

but am i impulsive enough?

I want to do something with my life. I'm sitting in my house with a ravishing hangover (I woke up 8 hours ago) and I just want to do something. Anything. Life is too short to not live it. I want to skydive. I want to swim in every lake and ocean. I want to visit every Egyptian pyramid. I want to run The Great Wall of China without stopping. I want to be known for my style. I want piercings and tattoos all over. I want to live in a different country every week. I want to build a home in Africa. Most importantly, I want out.