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I’m so mod it hurts. Feels like I should be making coffee for the boss and subconsciously presenting my ass for pattings.

My style is veering more and more toward the outsized lately. I have no room for subtlety. Basically, it’s “go big or go home”.

This is one of my favorite outfits in a long time.

I’m getting my hair cut next week. I’ve been putting it off for a while now; the salon I want to go to is a bus ride away, and I need to find the time. It’ll be about ear-length. Until then, pigtails erryday.

Behold my chartreuse jacket’s magenta twin!

Skirt & Necklace: Old Gold Blouse: Battery Street Jeans Jacket: Macy’s Shoes: Danform Hat & Tights: Gifted

people ask me if i get dressed in the dark

My mood is pathologically dependent on weather. Every spring I find a certain buoyancy that I hadn’t even realized I’d been missing all winter. And, I’m pleased to report, it seeps into my sartorial choices.

Print mixing within one tight color scheme is totally my jam lately. It reminds me a lot of Rebecca. Our styles are more similar than I’d initially thought.

Fishnets layered over white tights.

Coat: Macy’s Belt & Bow: Old Gold Sweater & Necklace: Battery Street Jeans Dress: Plato’s Closet Tights, Fishnets, Socks, & Boots: Gifted

feast of fools

I was happy with this title until I realized it could be interpreted as mocking Passover. This is my official disclaimer.

I’ve taken lately to emulating my favorite bloggers. Rebecca, Marisa, Rachel, and Bebe. Today I’ve decided to turn my eye for parody and mimicry on my very own self. I like to think of this outfit as a caricature of my personal style: high femininity, ’60s silhouettes, and aggressive brights.

Basically, I’m a circus.

This jacket. Dear Lucifer, this jacket. I got two of them (one in magenta) for $11 this weekend at Macy’s, with a gift card I’d forgotten I had. Marked down from $100 each. I’ve never actually owned a hip-length peacoat before; my wardrobe, for all its tacky glory, has always been surprisingly lacking in staples. I didn’t own leggings or yoga pants until a year ago; I still don’t own a sweatshirt. I’m thrilled that I found such a psychedelic rendition of what could’ve been a boring basic.

I’ve owned this blouse for a year and worn it maybe once. I ripped it the first time I wore it out, and I only just got around to fixing it this morning.

Here’s to not looking like a tourist in the Big Bad Apple!

Jacket: Macy’s Skirt & Necklace: Old Gold Blouse & Belt: Battery Street Jeans Shoes: Danform Hat & Tights: Gifted

coveting, thy name is skye

I think I need a day to recover from Spectacle of Sin before I can get around to editing/posting any pics. Never have I known a better kind of exhaustion.

There’s a folder on my computer full of fashion images I find interesting or inspirational or just plain gawgeous. In the moment, I like to believe they’re truly random, that my taste is as arbitrary and eclectic as can be, but looking at them all together brings out surprising patterns. I wasn’t aware, for instance, that I liked feather print as much as it appears I do.

Here’s a roundup of what I’m interested in lately. My current primary aesthetic is stylized, controlled hyperfeminin(inininin)ity. Prim and starched up the wazoo. I try to maintain a sense of variety for the blog, but on the days I don’t post, I’m usually wearing outfits like this.

In this post: blazers, florals, and the moddest tights you’ve ever seen.

I had hair down to my waist until shortly before I graduated from high school. No regrets, but I do miss the elaborate buns I used to construct. Source

I’m a huge fan of print/texture mixing as long as it’s tightly controlled and works within a general theme, which Marisa does very well. Source

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Yes, this is homegirl’s actual closet. Unf. Source

Colors-by-skin-tone chart from 1941. Source

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I prefer this one, but this ain’t a bad take. Source

What’d I tell you about feather print? Source

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For some reason, this reminds me of Amelia Bedelia. Source

Yellow tights are great. I’m seeing them everywhere lately. I think my skin’s a little too sallow for me to pull them off properly, though, so I’m content to leave them to others.

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This looks quite a bit like my prom dress. Source

I don’t even like flowers all that much! I can take or leave their actual carbon forms. For some ungodly reason, though, their textile equivalents make me swoon.

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I’d like a two-headed giraffe.

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This girl used to work in a funeral home. I never thought I’d see another intersection of fashion and funerary science!

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making a spectacle

Spectacle of Sin is tomorrow night. I bought my ticket almost two weeks ago, and I’ve been counting down the days. To get in the mood, I’m gothin’ myself up one day early.

Loving the contrast between goth attire and cutesy smile/pose.

Mono- or duochromatic with lots and lots of texture variation is really doing it for me lately.

Corset, Skirt, & Belt: Battery Street Jeans Head Wrap: Old Gold Sweater: Boutique in New York City Tights: Urban Outfitters Shoes: Dirt Chic Necklace: Gifted

bete coloree

Today in emulation: Bebe Zeva of Fated to be Hated. Bright colors, tight silhouettes, and almost-clashing prints. A little too much, but in a way that invites luxury rather than straight-up gluttony.

I bought this sweater in New York City a few weeks ago. It was practically made for me.

I’ve owned this skirt since I was 17, but didn’t really have the ass to fill it out until fairly recently.

Blouse: Battery Street Jeans Skirt & Bow: Old Gold Tights & Spider Necklace: Gifted Ring: Chatham Caravan Boots: Handed down from Mom Sweater: Boutique in New York Orange Necklace: Boutique in Maine

meanwhile, backstage…

From last weekend’s fashion show.

False eyelashes weigh on my eyelids as my glasses weigh on the bridge of my nose. The interesting psychological by-product of this is that my brain associates this sensation with better vision, so I can see almost as well wearing just the falsies as I can wearing my glasses.

I felt like a greaser. And I think I liked it.

That’s me, second in line. We were modeling Desmond Handon dresses.

tw: trypophobia

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Last Tuesday I dressed like Rebecca; Thursday I dressed like Marisa. I’m really enjoying emulation; it’s a fun opportunity to work within a very tight theme. I subscribe to the belief that restriction enables creativity. Expect more of this in the next few posts.

Today my inspiration is Rachel. Lots of reds, pinks, and and flesh tones. Print-mixing up the wazoo. Sort of a schoolgirl-femme aesthetic.

I’m really happy with today’s shots. This outfit photographs very well.

Fashion show this past weekend! Pics soon.

Dress: Charlotte Russe Blouse: Dirt Chic Hat: Gifted Boots & Belt: Handed down from Mom Necklace: Old Gold

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This song was in the fashion show. It’s been stuck in my head ever since.

wherein i cosplay “fashion blogger”

As far as I’ve been able to discern, there are two, possibly three, main breeds of fashion blogger. Not every blogger embodies one or the other, but the ones who do really do. First, there’s the tall, leggy, and couture-clad. The type you’d be likely to see in an actual magazine. I’m talking Karla Deras, Jane Aldridge, and Bebe Zeva.They are Fashion bloggers: interested more in the industry and institution than in the nuances of personal style. They, for the most part, are the serious careerists. I greatly respect their brand of blogging, even if it doesn’t exactly speak to me. I can barely recognize Louis Vuitton even with the ubiquitous “LV” stamp.

Then you’ve got the quirky girls. The chipper ModCloth darlings who sign their posts “love”. Their writing style is inviting and often distinctly maternal, peppered with details of their lives, in contrast to the relative minimalism of the capital-F Fashionistas. Emblematic of the genre would be Marissa Noelle, Rachel Sullivan, and Laura at Joyful Fox. In Zooey Deschanel’s utopia, saddle shoes and Peter Pan collars reign supreme. Vintage girls are a popular thematic subset. The passion for well-tailored shirtwaist dresses remains, but the source is likelier to be an indie thrift shop than ModCloth or Anthropologie. Cue Amanda Johnson and Solanah at Vixen Vintage.

I didn’t realize until I glimpsed my reflection in a window on my way to class that today I am dressed as your absolute textbook “quirky fashion blogger”. And this is one of my favorite outfits lately. Not a damn thing wrong with tropes.

Giraffe socks. Or “long horses”, as Reddit would say.

I get really into holidays, even when they’re made-up.

Dress & Necklace: Old Gold Cardigan & Belt: Battery Street Jeans Shoes: Miz Mooz Tights, Socks, & Ring: Gifted Hat: Handed down from cousin

meadow revisited

This dress was the subject of my second-ever outfit post. I miss my pink hair (it’d still be pink if not for the fact that I’ve decided to stop killing it with bleach), but I much prefer my current style to that of a year ago. Back then I was wearing plenty of interesting pieces, but I didn’t have much sense of combination. I assumed the whole would inevitably be the sum of the parts, which is not necessarily true: the coolest stuff can be diminished if it’s not accentuated and accessorized properly.

Here’s my second attempt at blogging this dress, almost a year after the first. I think I’ve done better this time.

I love the fringe poking out.

Inspired by my shoot with Owlhurst, I tried the long jacket with the dress. Though I really like the hem peeking out, I wasn’t crazy about the way the jacket’s collar looked with the scarf. The spiderweb one ultimately won out.

Dress, Tights, Spider Necklace, & Blue Bracelet: Gifted Jacket, Silver Necklace, & Silver Bracelet: Battery Street Jeans Hat: Handed down from cousin Shoes: Stella Mae