miss hollywood

I should’ve lived in the 1940s. World War II and widespread oppression aside, the fashion was sensual and kind to curves and even vaguely gothic. Yesterday I found a dress I was afraid I’d gotten rid of, and I channeled some Olde Hollywood. With my haircut and perennially red lips, I was already halfway there. I think I’ll call this my Double Indemnity look.

OHAI CURVES. Shitty photo quality, but damn. I feel like a bombshell. Pardon my vainglory.

Dress came to ~4 inches above the knee. I wore mid-calf red leggings underneath.

Titular inspiration from one of my favorite songs. I daydream about seedy Hollywood nightlife more often than I should admit.

cue the mandolin

I didn’t leave the house or even get dressed today, so here’s a roundup featuring one of my favorite dresses. It makes me feel like a French country maiden. Photo age ranges from three months to two weeks.

My hair was orange in February and March. I like pink much better. The orange wasn’t intentional – rather, it’s what happens when Manic Panic Pillbox Red fades. I switched to Raspberry Splat in April, with no regrets. It fades, sure, but retains the same basic tone, and it doesn’t make my hair frizz appallingly like Manic Panic did.

    

This dress is from a novel little shop in Middlebury. It’s a lot less structured than I usually like my dresses to be, but the bust is gathered enough to compensate for the flimsy waist. And it’s great for my shoulders.

Both taken a month or so ago. I really prefer the dangly necklace to the pseudo-choker. The baubles accent the flower pattern. (My pin says “it’s not rocket surgery”.)

Taken on my birthday in May. The hat. IT’S A CAKE.

Bonus shot of sheer WTFery. (Also, I love how even a dress this summery can be winterized by boots, hat, and jacket. You can’t really tell, but the jacket is my famed spiderweb one!)

northern belle

I’m a little surprised at myself lately. I feel a little betrayed by my sudden desire to rock yellow and white. Tomorrow I need to wear a leather dress in the name of not losing all my goth cred. I wonder how much grease it takes to blacken my soul.

I went to work today, and even though I work in what amounts to a closet (filling herbal formulas in my dad’s alternative medicine clinic), I need to look put together. I’m someone who needs to get dressed immediately upon waking and stay dressed all day. I’m acutely uncomfortable in sweats and t-shirts. Not that I have to wear dresses every day, but I need to feel like I’ve made an effort.

The cardigan was a birthday addition. It has the same sleeve style as the grey top.

I love this with the snake bracelet. It’s like a physical extension of the dress’s pattern.

This dress is actually strapless. I’m just a mistress of illusion.

Gap teeth. What up.

I’m quite fond of my shoulders. I think they’re nicely shaped, and I like my collarbone. Holla, strapless dresses.

My eyes are onto you.

i take after my mother

Huge picdump of a post today. My mother handed down an old shirt of hers, as well as some jewelry. Considering how awesome I feel in her garments, our styles are more alike than I’d previously thought.

    

I ended up wearing the top two days in a row. First with leggings and my mother’s necklace, then with jeans and my trusty red hat. I think I prefer the latter, though I do love the first necklace.

         

From the first day. Notice the double-snake bracelet: I got it – AND A SKULL RING – for my birthday last week.

I love everything about this blouse. The gathered sleeves and frayed neckline accentuate my wrists and collarbone, of which I am rather fond. I also love rain-cloud grey. It’s an excellent backdrop for baubles.