JUST A QUICK OUTFIT POST. Can't talk anymore. Refuse to. Must stop. (I was missing autumn today).






ALSO: I rented this book (among others) from my school's library and after reading the foreword and skimming through pictures I will definitely be talking about it to a further extent in the mere future. Maybe even tonight.

Beige winter jacket, H&M. Grey over-sized cardigan and forest green skirt, vintage. Underneath brown cardigan and grey zipper skirt, H&M. Shoes, vintage.

I wore this on Thursday for a karaoke outing where hecklers screamed 'eat something!' because of my bones (drunk people are so witty) and the karaoke DJ referred to me as Skulls all night. Also, these pants are from the H&M sale bin, which contained surprisingly stunning pieces. For example, there were high waisted teal blue cotton trousers; if they had my size I would have been all up on that like cheese on rice. They also had expensive black sequin harem pants which I couldn't afford. I guess I should have taken a better picture of these black pants since they sort of swim with your legs due to the light weight of the fabric. I was cold since it was so low under zero degrees celsius but hey, suffering for fashion is like burning your tongue a little whilst drinking hot chocolate. It's the chocolate-y burn that matters (potential that's what she said?). Also, a close-up of my make-up since there is rarely any colour on my face ever.

This is from Friday night when I tried doing a tame version of Luella's Spring 2010 make-up. I did this with the same lipstick I used in the previous photographs. I don't know if it's lipstick in general or just the brand I was using but it ended up melting a bit and hence fading and at one point ended up all over my fingers. I'll be doing it again though nonetheless.

I've been away for so long because I've been busy with school and with this blog I always feel like I need to write long posts like a journal article or something. With assignments piling up as the semester progresses, I find that I have little to no time or head space for anything legitimate or extensive. Hence Tumblr (I actually mention it in every blog post I'M SORRY). But here are some quick dash notes about stuff. I have to wake up in five hours for a lecture so I'll be quick.

- Pre-fall report: PROENZA SCHOULER OMG UNF. Lanvin was also great, both aesthetically and the mode of presenting the clothes, it was sort of like an exhibition. I have to also mention Thakoon scarf-like skirts, I have a soft spot for them. And the latter of the Chanel pre-fall collection. And more I can't think of right now. I also need to get caught up on the men's collections. Falling behind here...
- Radiohead for Haiti benefit concert tonight, if you went and are reading this right now, KILL YOURSELF. Then come back to life so I can murder you out of spite and envy. Whatever, I'm still $450 richer UNLIKE MOST OF YOU WEST COAST BITCHES.
- JH Engstrom may be one of my new photographers, google his book Haunts. Eerie stuff with gorgeous use of lighting.
- I'm going to see MF DOOM and Mos Def in a few days with a friend. Will I be the only tiny white girl there? Most likely. Check back to see if I come out alive. Or if I've been involved in a shoot out.
- The FRUiTS magazine exhibition wasn't really an exhibition rather than a restaurant with enlarged street style photos from the mag put up above each table. Although I did get to see them, I was a bit upset I couldn't take pictures without being glanced at by the hawks that took form as waitresses ("take a seat wherever you like" x12). I was planning to post them here. Bummer.
- I saw Youth in Revolt and Precious yesterday and both were amazing but for independent respective reasons. Also Mo'Nique's acting is ace in the latter. Michael Cera making overtly sexual comments and wearing tight white trousers is also ace.

That's all for now, I need to sleep, goodnight goodnight goodnight.

Skull bodysuit originally a 4 year old's halloween costume. Light black pants, H&M.

I never know how to begin with these things linguistically, which comes as quite of a surprise seeing as I ramble consistently, but yet when I write (or type for that matter) I always end up with this abstract incoherency that is totally irrelevant to said topic. I guess I could start by acknowledging that I started school again this Monday. I'm done every week as of 1130am on Thursday (thasrightnuccas) and I have it, I wouldn't say easy, but definitely much more enjoyable than last semester. I just love that I get to read books and essays of authors that not only can I tolerate but am fond of as well. For example, I just finished a book by Anne Carson entitled The Autobiography of Red and am starting on a short story by Juni'chiro Tanizaki about beauty and aesthetics in Japanese culture (a culture that evokes in my opinion an epitomized sense of allure and perfection). Aside from this, my studio classes include realizing colour through paint and sculpture, an introduction to experimental printmaking, and exploring narrative and sequence through photography. 

So there is no doubt that consuming such a wide variety of art and literature has influenced my "style" in a certain way. I use these scare quotes because I don't think I have determined my literal style yet, and thus I don't believe label my own just yet. All I can say is that the monochromatic prevalence (and I mean prevalence) in my daily wear has reduced substantially. Not to say I've lost all appreciation for it, but as I kept being fed all of these things, it sort of shone a light on this limited notion I had of what fashion is. I realized that black and white clothing can only do so much. It's like if Picasso's Blue period expanded throughout his entire life; of course the works would still be brilliant, but he realized that art is this entire spectrum that needs to be discovered. Picasso constantly translated himself. In terms of fashion, his artistic periods could be depicted as styles or eras, as dissimilar as they may be from one another. They are little pieces that form this finished puzzle that we know generally as fashion today. Some people will be more fond of say the monochromatic combinations of Rick Owens' work, other of the elitist royalty that Valentino gowns exude, some (myself included) of the clothing of Rei Kawakubo which typically are deconstructed and placed back together to create breathtaking compositions, others of the androgynous appeal of Ann Demeulemeester's collections, etc - and that's okay. It's just making it past a self-inflicted limitation in succession is all. Once you come to realize the whole is greater than the sum of its parts, then this naiveté is diminished and you tend to see the bigger picture.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that when I didn't acknowledge variety I was stuck in this little bubble of repetition - wearing the same colour schemes, watching similar films, reading the same types of books, etc. I don't know if it was art school that opened my eyes exactly, but straying away from routine took an extremely positive toll. Although I can safely say Japanese fashion is my favourite out of everything else, I'm afraid that if it wasn't for realizing how multifarious not only fashion really is, but art and literature also, I would still be in my monochromatic bubble on this day.

Don't ostracize me if none of that translated very well - I didn't really write it with an envisioned central point or thesis. Just something I've been thinking about in an abstract set of thoughts that I needed to write down somewhere.

I'm not going to go into details about anything else any further, just that I wore this outfit yesterday with a fur coat on top and that these below are some of my favourite photos from editorials, and that clicking on the photos will send you to my Tumblr from whence they came. By the way I'm addicted to that site and you can blame it for my absence here like I've stated before. 

PS. I don't like buttoning blouses unless they're in the wrong button holes. Asymmetry is my new best friend.

Everything I have on is vintage except for the tights which are white translucent ones over top of thick black ones.

So I haven't posted in so long, its probably because I live on Tumblr. Basically the past few weeks have been spent working working working, spending a weekend in New York City (my first time and my heart aches whenever I recall the view driving out, I miss it so so much), buying a Picasso painting printed blazer which I have yet to wear even though its so unbelievably amazing, going into Topshop for the first time (I hyperventilated walking in, how so epic), going on thrifting binges, eating my weight in carbohydrates on Christmas eve and day (boxing day too but whos counting), finishing the novel Memoirs of a Geisha (conclusion: I'm buying a kimono painting my face white and moving to Gion), slept, ate, drank. The usual stuff.

This outfit is a toned down version of what I wore on Christmas eve (a date where my camera had no batteries, unfortunately). Lately all I've been doing is mixing prints and colours, throwing on layers of clothing even if it doesn't really work, playing around with my resources (i.e. the black skirt - I turned it inside out to give it a bunched up effect). I'm so unbelievably excited to go to this exhibition, I am literally going to weep. Not to mention its 10 minutes from my Toronto apartment? It is fate, brothers and sisters, there is no other explanation. I ended up wearing this out to a club, where I typically tone down my wardrobe because of horrible prior experiences with nice clothes and alcohol in a simultaneous situation. I'll try and keep you guys updated more often until I go to Mexico on the 2nd, so keep a look out kiddies.

Blazer, thrifted. Floral jumpsuit, Topshop. Both skirts, H&M.

Out on friday, some nice man stopped me and asked to take a picture of what I was wearing. Not much else to say, really. Sorry I haven't updated in a while - just been focusing on finals. (More pictures here)

Cardigan is thrifted. Sequin dress via H&M. Skirt is thrifted. Batman mask and tights are from Malabar costume shop. Shoes from Courage My Love in Kensington Market. Bag from Black Market on Queen St.

Still no talk unfortunately (actually it's kind of fortunate for you), my weekend involves lots of coffee and graphite pencils.

Although I can say with a certain assurance that this is one of my favourite outfits I've worn in a while. Added a blue cardigan and my winter coat over top with my fur hat on my head for outdoors. Should've captured that too, but anywho. Tip tip cheerio, have a fabulous weekend.

Ocean print dress via H&M. Lace white shirt via Urban Outfitters. Black lace skirt via Forever 21. Bow via random fabric from dress.

ANOTHER OUTFIT POST I CAN'T SPEAK NOW BECAUSE OF ASSIGNMENTS

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(I have to say this though - IMPOPPINGMYNEWYORKCHERRYINTHREEWEEKSOMG)

Caps were extremely necessary.

Also, can you tell I've all been doing lately is layer?

That is all.

Also ignore morning face. It was 2pm early after all k?

Skull sweater via shopwithasianstereotypes, white undershirt via WASTE, pink layer dress and black bottom layer skirt via H&M, two toned tights via a random eBay store (search is your friend).

Head to toe bodyshots of today's outfit, is this when I stop procrastinating and start finishing my drawing assignments and sculpting assignments before I have a mental breakdown for having nothing done?

Hat, H&M. Blue coat, vintage. Blue button jacket, Forever 21. Mens black dress pants, vintage. Shoes, vintage.

I'm terrified of death. I don't mean my own personal demise. It is losing someone I love, know, respect or cherish that I fear most. Daul Kim was a person who evoked so much femininity and grace and demure that it's downright impossible not to cherish her and the mark she made on the fashion and modeling world. I can't really emote properly to begin with, and when death is mentioned, particularly with inner conflict as a catalyst, it is downright impossible. But I felt I had to pay tribute to her regardless, even if it is extremely delayed. These videos speak for themselves; seconds of her presence and you can feel her impact. The first she flirts with the camera, blinding us with the reflection of light. In the second she is departing to a location heedless to the viewer. I can't help but imagine that cab is destined for the afterlife, and that she didn't really "die" at all. She's still sitting in that backseat, luggage and all, driving through a canvas of her past until she has finally reached blissful oblivion she so dearly seemed to strive for.

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I present to you a Twisted Version of an Old Wedding Custom.

1) Something old. I remember buying this fringe dress and almost seizing when I saw it on the hanger. This marks a revival of my past obsession with the 1920s.

2) Something new. A tattoo of Radiohead's modified Kid A bear on my right foot. Kind of a spontaneous choice to be quite frank, though it kind of makes sense personally.

3) Something borrowed. Not the cardigan, but the idea. Deconstructing clothes from Kawakubo. When I cut the fresh button holes all over the place I had the Comme Black and Rei for H&M collections in mind. Here I only put one button in an idiosyncratic position but trust me, there are more holes. (if you're thinking what I'm thinking, we both watch The Office way too often)


4) Something blue. Don't I look so ~contemplative and ~soppy? I think I'm just unhappy because I'm staring at my closet and I'm reminding myself how little space I have and/or how much more shit I need to buy. If you don't think small closets are figuratively blue, you are seriously disturbed.

Ohai, looks like Nana aka G-money approves my use of wedding custom. Bitch says that ol' rhyme is from her day, when cash didn't rule everything around her. Something about cream getting the money? And her dollar dollar bills y'all. Who knows what old people ramble on about these days though, amirite?