Downtown Austin | Collab with Harley Eldridge

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Hi everyone! I told you I’d be back.

Yesterday morning I shot in downtown Austin, and here are the shots. I figured I would say something beforehand, but the photos really speak for themselves. I wanted a clean, urban shoot that I could pair with my sometimes-too-serious-for-class outfits, and this was the best opportunity to be polished and pretentious with my huge sunglasses. But ethics ethics ethics are the way to do style, so I can walk you through that.

The trench coat — Express, but old, and I plan on wearing it FOREVER because it makes me feel like a major boss lady. I wore it open and felt the cold air hit that one strip of stomach/chest/neck that was left exposed to the elements. Do I regret leaving it open? Not at all. Did it for the gram. Fashion is pain.***

The turtleneck — Join Life by Zara, the attempt at an ethical line that I supported in the hope that Zara sees that people care about sustainable clothing that has safe dyes and is kinder to the planet. It is a lot thinner than it looks, which I love for layering, but do not recommend if you live in a colder place.

The PANTS (clearly my favorite part) — H&M and super duper old. Vegan leather (of course) and high waisted. Very snazzy if you ask me.  I need to get them altered, but I also strangely like the extreme wrinkle action around my ankles.

The flats — Nannette Lepore flats with little bows on the back that make me feel like Carine Roitfeld, or chez Dior circa Raf Simons.

Backpack — boutique somewhere in NYC area. Sorry that was vague. I forgot and it has no tags. BUT it is vegan leather also.

Clearly my soul is dead since I am sporting a head to toe heart of darkness black look, but I enjoy that. And now for the pictures that were all taken by the fantastic photographer Harley Eldridge (so all photo credits go to him)!!! We talked over our vision and met up and made it happen in less than two hours. Here is what you came for, with some light hearted commentary by moi.

 

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My hand was freezing and I actually could not move my fingers that much. That chic pensive expression is actually me feeling really disturbed about my corpse hand.

 

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When someone asks me a dumb question and I put on glasses to hide my expression.                 AND in case you saw them, let’s dedicate a moment to these vintage 1970s sunglasses — my new child. They make me feel like Cher. Why would’t I want to look like a chic bug-eyed human?

 

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Still totally into the wrinkles around my ankles. I love it love it love it. Also note the perfect isosceles triangles that are my feet.

 

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Laughing at my own jokes because I can be hilarious sometimes. But is it a fake laugh, or not? We may never know.

 

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La Penseuse si elle avait été une femme // The Thinker if she had been a woman.

 

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And that concludes my captions, since these photos are too good for me to continue interrupting them.

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Total profile picture status. Okay I’m done *zips lips shut*

 

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This was an amazing post to prepare for, and it really has challenged me to want next level photography all the time. Hopefully the blog continues on this roller coaster that only goes up.

If you are in the Austin area and want next level, editorial style photos, you can find Harley here, and here.

À la prochaine!

bisous

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24 Hours. | Updates

Hi there, hello, bonjour. It has been a hot minute.

I am currently sitting on campus, sporting a beret (I love that all of a sudden people are into wearing them when we fashion lovers are aware that the beret was never really ‘out’ of style) of all things, and a head to toe black look. I feel very much like someone who dropped out of their art history appreciation class in this look. But not relevant right now.

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also before I forget, behold a blurry picture of my handmade Fran Fine costume.

I have had one heck of a semester. Challenging? Yes. Tiring? Yes. Fun? OF course! But yes, I was very tired and was overwhelmed a few times, not to mention incredibly stressed, stressed to the point where I was not as interested in writing for the blog. And I don’t mean that I don’t love doing this, because I do, but I do feel like I have no ability to veil my current mindset when I write here. Other writing projects are sacred and I am professional and formal there, but for a blog – and personal blog at that – why on earth would I be anything but candid – ? See my point?

Anyway, I also think that discussing my homework assignments was what I spent 70% of my time doing, so I also considered how helpful it would be for me to dwell on my homework woes with an audience that comes here just for fashion and style musings. I quickly decided that for my own sanity, it was necessary for me to put the blog down and use both hands to juggle my schoolwork and attempts to forge a social life.

On the bright side, Christmas is coming! And I need to really get my shit together to post here more. I recently worked with a photographer in the Austin area (@harleyeldridge so you can stalk him like I did), and by recently, I mean as recently as 9 am today.

Which brings me to a few tips on posing for shoots: (for fashion shoots though, nothing crazy or portrait-y or senior graduation picture-y)

  • wear something relevant to your surroundings. I had a beret, but I wasn’t about to put that on when we wanted something urban that could exist in a concrete jungle.
  • be able to listen to a  photographer when he tells you that your forehead lines keep appearing. A bit anecdotal advice (ahem, I still like my forehead lines making cameos in shots), but nevertheless useful for some people.
  • if it will be cold and you are shooting in warm weather clothing, or vice versa, just be prepared to throw stuff on or take off layers in between shots, or you might end up with freezing hands like moi this morning since I was convinced that I had predicted the weather and was 110% sure that it was going to be in the 60˚ range. I wasn’t about to be I-told-you-so’d, and when I saw that other people were fine and not freezing, and that it was just me being nervous and cold, I forced myself to keep my hands out of my pockets.

You’re welcome.

Anyway, just wanted to pop in, say hello, ask for divine intervention as I hit this home stretch of essays that I need to finish, and turn them all in before heading back to Houston tomorrow (in less than 24 hours!!!!) . Also we need to talk about the comeback of 2000’s fashion, which I believe I must have ranted about before somewhere here. WHYYYYYYYYY?????

That is all. Get excited, the fashion returns, but more importantly, the writer with a beret (they were always a thing, don’t listen to what they tell you). (Which reminds me: bucket hats and crocs (hideous foot swallowing beasts, those crocs are) were, are not, and NEVER will be a thing.)

Au revoir mes amies, avec amour. Et n’oubliez pas, je reviendrai bientôt.

P.s. don’t mind my pretentious french exit; I am still in my beret, remember? Also, 7 years of french under my belt.

bisous

Uniform, Variation 1.

So this is something I have thought of for weeks, so it is nothing new, and came to me after reading Man Repeller and seeing Leandra acknowledge that her uniform consists of denim hot pants, bare legs, and utility coats, and some great white t-shirt. And that got me to thinking – do I have a uniform?

Obviously as time goes on, our style develops into something that can continue to change, or become a general tendency to lean towards specific items. I feel like even though I have grown a bit more, and experimented a lot with my look, I was able to catch onto the pattern. The items I tend to reach for are tight pants, since I have accepted that wide leg pants are not petite friendly. High waisted things are a fixed item in my wardrobe, be they shorts or trousers, or even jumpsuits. Color-wise, the more neutral the items, the better. Black, grey, white, dark blues, greens, burgundies — those colors are the only ones I will look at anymore. It’s easiest when my entire wardrobe has a basic, duller color scheme, since the fabrics are what is nicest. I don’t really wear many t shirts and choose to wear blouse-y things and trousers, as I have realized that dressing down just does not exist for me. Sweats are seriously the antithesis of my existence. << I will trademark that phrase, so don’t take it. 😀

So if I had to coin a phrase to describe the style I have now, it would be

“Blair Waldorf and Serena Van der Woodsen’s lovechild with anyone from Mad Men.”

Note: when I say anyone from Mad Men, I really mean just Betty Draper or Megan Draper or Joan Harris. 

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Top / HM ||  Trouser-leggings / Zara  ||  Shoes / Call it Spring

 

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The “look at my feet” shot that actually is pretty uncomfortable 

 

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I was actually walking, but I made the mistake of talking, hence the weird facial expression 
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* nod of acknowledgement to the high waistedness of the pants *

I think the point of what I am trying to say here is that while trends come and go, I will probably always wear heels to inconvenient places, wear tighter high waisted pants, and hoops. And I finally am getting used to that and warming up to the idea.

Thanks for reading!

#30daysofthanks Day 3 

 

That. Stupid. Speck. Will.Drive.Me.Insane. 

Day Three! Told you I’d be consistent.

I am going to be honest. I’m listening to Michael Bublé’s Christmas album right now.

Today did not make it easy to find something to be grateful for (especially when your leggings are soaked and stuck to you and require surgical removal, or coaxing with paper towels). Nevertheless, I was struck by the amazing weather when I went out later after the rain had moved on. The sky was grey and melancholy, and the wind allowed me to pretend that I was in some moody old town in New England. Seeing the clouds drifting by reminded me that the weekend is coming. Well tomorrow is Friday, which is basically the weekend, right? And that means going home, which means family, which means happiness. And the renaissance festival in Houston!

So thanks rain. You reminded me that just like storms that tear through the area, there is still an ethereal beauty in nature.

That being said, I am still bitter about the fact that you ruined my Toms earlier.

Yay rain! Yay for fridays! I’ll even throw in an honorable mention to my wellies for pulling through.

Gratitude- check.