Seventies–Haze–Words.

Hello!

I don’t have much to say today, so instead of doing my usual long ramble on something about ethical fashion (which is always important), I thought I would post photos that make me long for more winter (the best season) or at least a chilly spring, and feature some quotes made me do a double take.

 

“O my enemy.   
Do I terrify?——
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair   
And I eat men like air.”
–excerpt from Ariel, by Sylvia Plath

 

“borders
are man-made
they only divide us physically
don’t let them make us
turn on each other
-we are not enemies”
-Rupi Kaur, the Sun and Her Flowers
 
“of all the kinds of hair there are,
curls are best for dancing
my hair felt loved
and free and full
like a thousand twirling dresses” 
-Taiye Selasi, Dove’s poetry book for curly haired women (ahem)

 

“Creo que las mujeres sostienen el mundo en vilo, para que no se desbarate mientras los hombres
tratan de empujar la historia. Al final, uno se pregunta cuál de las dos cosas será la menos sensata.”      
-Gabriel García Márquez

 

And here are some photos for the aesthetic, and to mourn the end of the cold season in Texas that I love so much and miss dreadfully and maybe if I stretch out this sentence long enough I can continue grasping the shred of chilly breezes that occasionally still rustle my hair….and I ran out of words to use so the sentence ends here.

Prepare for my modern interpretation of the seventies and my newfound comfort zone with les beiges et les nudes.

Also the sunset made the photos look really weird and hazy…I love it.

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Outfit details:

jacket/vintage(seventies)  // jeans/ae (old)  //  turtleneck/gap (old)  // shoes/clarks originals(really old)  //  sunglasses/vintage (seventies)

I hope the quotes I offered can be of some use, even if they made you uncomfortable or feel things. Please feel things. I think I see that a lot–people who do not allow themselves to feel things. I am beginning to live a little more off this blog trying to be the person who feels everything without the need to record and document things that are not conducive to free and open thinking and auto-reflection. Anyway, I hope my quotes made you uncomfortable so you can exercise your mind in either deciding that your values are 100% perfect (which is a great thing to feel), or maybe asking yourself if you want to change something (also totally fine).

I think I have been playing with the idea of being uncomfortable, be it with literature I choose to read, or films I watch that make me research new topics, or even start a conversation on a topic I normally avoided. It really activates a part of my brain that leads to further creativity for me. So maybe it might do something for you.

*realizes I said earlier I wasn’t going to ramble*

That’s all today. Thanks for reading!

bisous

xx

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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

#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.