31 March, 2010

Girl, You Wish- 31 March, 2010

Image via XXL/RapBasement.com

27 March, 2010

Ohio- 27 March, 2010

Every visit means a new playlist.


No Hassle- Robyn, f. Diplo
Go Outside- Cults
Me and The Devil- Gill Scott-Heron
ONE- Yeasayer
Churches Under The Stairs- Brendan Canning
I Knew- Lightning Dust
Orange Shirt- Discovery
My Darlin' Baby- Lil Wayne, f. Drake
Summertime Clothes (Dam-Funk Remix)- Animal Collective

And adorable clothes.

You are a much more careful searcher of the Urban Outfitter Sales racks than I.

An accessory shot, obvi. My springtime resolution: formerly-hipster-but-now-evidently-mainstream-after-several-celeb-accessory-lines headbands, comme ça. Do not be surprised if yours (worn more conventionally, here) is missing from your luggage tomorrow. Sorry in advance.

One of my new favorite photos. I love how you've made such good friends with my Audrey poster. This cropped sweater was clearly made for a Gay Pride parade.

It looks like you've worn nothing but leggings ALL WEEK. Whatever, I totally approve, and firmly believe that leggings=pants.

It's been real, baby sister. You even had me wearing multiple patterns/textures. And vintage! Je te manques already.

BUT FIRST! "Julie and Julia" screening that you are trying to get me to pay attention to because you can't figure out the DVD player. Sigh. Teenagers.

26 March, 2010

Ohio- 25 March, 2010

This is your going-to-the-doctor's look. Sorry you are allergic to Ohio.

Lacoste glasses, Calvin Klein leather jacket (bought at an employee-discounted 50% off at the outlet when I worked there one summer...I am taking my credit for your wardrobe where I deem it is due), Old Navy cardigan, Gap pinstripe blouse, Old Navy tights, Michael Kors boots, your friend's button bracelet.

All that in my kitchen!

Ohio- 24 March, 2010

Lacoste glasses, Old Navy cardigan, thrift store dress, H&M hoodie, TJ Maxx laptop satchel, loafers from God-knows-where (could ask you, but you're napping).

Look how clean my kitchen is, Mom!

19 March, 2010

Newsflash!- 19 March, 2010


Bit of a dilemma, though. The entire point of this blog is for me to document things you WOULD wear (Though lately, have been uninspired...but it's sunny again! So that'll change, and soon, I hope), not necessarily things you actually DO wear (Again, mostly. Rules=there to be broken. And it's MY blog).

So, the question: do I take pictures of you while you're here? Because I know you'll be bringing Mandy-style to Columbus, and I'm sure I'll want to document. But would posting them be against my dubiously-defined blog guidelines?

Honestly, chime in on this one. You've already vetoed one of my fabulous ideas today-- a wise move on your part, since yes, my emailing you every time I cringe in The Lost Symbol by Dan Brown would have been much more a vehicle for me to share my amusement than it would be for your benefit-- but still.

Clearly, have been thinking too hard this week. But I've gotten three final papers, an annotated bibliography, and a blog post out of it! So there!

Also, you are super talented, and I'm so proud of you for your achievement du jour. I will definitely buy you an ice cream when you visit. I cannot wait to see you, pookie!

11 March, 2010

PS- 11 March, 2010

Photo: Hanneli Mustaparta/Style.com

As stated, this girl is you in three years. And not just because she is tall, pretty, black, and wearing outfits I could never get away with wearing.

However, this article is still hilarious/pretty ridiculous. Let's do a minor deconstruction, shall we?

1- Leaving college to pursue an internship. I repeat. An internship.

Ha. Mom would kill you. Plus, you would not be able to afford Balenciaga.

2- Wearing black instead of grey and patterned tights makes one a fashion professional, in this blogger's view.
Really? 'Cause in that case, I think Grandma might qualify. 

3- VERSACE cuts the glamourous mood?!
Enough said.

Sigh. Oh, Vogue. I'm not really hating, because the magazine she works for looks sweet, and I have finally accepted that I will never be a fashion editor by age 22 (Progress! Maturity!).


I hope you, too, inherit/can afford Alaïa so you can share with me. Psh.