Love, we must part now: do not let it be
Calamitious and bitter. In the past
There has been too much moonlight and self-pity:
Let us have done with it: for now at last
Never has sun more boldly paced the sky,
Never were hearts more eager to be free,
To kick down worlds, lash forests; you and I
No longer hold them; we are husks, that see
The grain going forward to a different use.
There is regret. Always, there is regret.
But it is better that our lives unloose,
As two tall ships, wind-mastered, wet with light,
Break from an estuary with their courses set,
And waving part, and waving drop from sight.
I found this (wrinkly, sorry) dress at my favorite Arc- and to be honest I actually grabbed it with a friend in mind but once I tried it on (you know, to check how it works off the hanger! Because I'm such a good friend!) it was too late. It was mine. And it ended up being my New Year's dress. It came buttonless when I bought it, so I added these silver crosshatched ones myself.
I cannot take hunting credit for this one- it's all Melina. Best Christmas present ever? Maybe! It's so great that it kind of makes me feel bad that I got her ramekins. But they were milkglass! And she collects milkglass! Oh fine, you win this round, lady.
And I forgot to include my pocketbook in my round of up Amsterdam thrift finds. I love this thing. I don't even care that it's dirty, so much, although maybe that's more a product of laziness than Highly Developed Artistic Eye. And I'm also pretty sure everyone thinks my 80s beaded purse (which I also wore on NYE) is hideous (I know my boyfriend does!) but maybe they need to work on their Highly Developed Artist Eye as well. So there.
Clarissa, anyone? Are you singing along with me? No? Maybe this will jog your memory:
I effing LOVED Clarissa Explains It All when I was a kid. That dorky dad? Totally my dad! That hippie mom? Well, not my mom at all, but whatev!
Notice that for this opening song, Nickelodeon decided to dress her like a hooker. The show was just that edgy! However, I decided a good round of imaginary dress up was appropriate here. Lets pretend Clarissa didn't somehow morph into a mediocre teenage witch, and instead went on with her life, and her crazy/awesome wardrobe:
A little rock and roll, a little off kilter (And and and! See the lizard ring? Total nod to her pet iguana, Elvis. Fangirl, right here.)
And I actually lost all the sources for this one! Oh well, it's probably all from H&M anyway.
So, okay, now that I've whet your appetite, immerse yourself in an episode here (about a new friend who steals her style no less- how apropos) and let me know if I've hit the mark or not.
PS! Sorry (to anyone who was really agonized over it) about the total post drop-off this past ten days or so. Lately my life's been wack. Wiggity wack, even. Yeah, just like that.
The Givenchy couture show is always such a total gorgeous mindblow. There's something otherworldly and dark about it that I really love. Tim Burton wishes he were Givenchy, I think. Anyway, S/s '10 was no exception- I could leave the garments, but the makeup was so fantastic.
Kind of inspired to actually learn how to apply some serious eye make up now, beyond mascara. Anyone have any good tips or tutorials? Link me, home skillets!
I just got a package with a bunch of my great grandmother's things! There's a kimono robe (that is gorgeous but I need to take in the cleaners), a ridiculously soft honey cashmere coat (that definitely needs to be taken to a tailor before I wear it outside of my house- that's for another post) and a couple fur coats!
They even have her name embroidered on the inside.
Now I just need to figure out where I'm going to wear them. Maybe not tonight though, when I go out for some vegan cupcakes and tea.
It's not particularly relevant to my usual content, but I can't help making a note about it. Perhaps it's trite, but he has been my favorite author for as long as I've been reading anything more complex than The Babysitter's Club.
I could leave Catcher in the Rye- it's wonderful, but not for me- but the Glass family had me captured from the beginning. He writes them for himself- it's evident in every line. He knows them so completely. It's hard not to envelope yourself in that sort of totally enthusiastic, selfish writing. His short stories are so profoundly filled with emotion. Raise High The Roofbeams, Carpenters, is comical in a way a lot of his work isn't- sort of a wry, well-fuck-it humor runs through it. And Seymour: An Introduction is my favorite of all. It's practically stream of consciousness writing, beat in it's own way, takes a read or two to really get through, and the shortest way I can explain it is that for me, it's not of this earth.
Sorry, I fangirled out there for a second. I'll get a hold of myself. Anyway.
The promising, if somewhat crass, high note of this is that he has scores of unpublished work, earmarked to be released only after his death. Hapworth 16, 1924, I've been waiting for you for a long time.
Perhaps all my stars are out tonight. I hope his are too.
You know who else I have a man/girl crush on? Rick Owens. I didn't know that much about him- and still don't really- other than that I love his aesthetic, and anyone with that kind of design style must be pretty roxor. But then I stumbled upon this T Magazine article. So now my love for him has moved into the realm of personal.
Some personally selected dark/moody/odd eyecandy from the piece:
Blogger is vexing me. Why won't it let me link in the buttons above to my own posts and pages and profiles? Oh my. I'm seriously flirting with Wordpress right now.
Nope, not the show. I'm a Lost Virgin still. It's for the best, really. I get sucked into things far too easily. I can't even glance at Maury without delaying my whole day because I have to know who the father is.
But I do lose things. A little too often, actually. I've gotten better in recent years, but I can't help thinking about some of the things that have sauntered through my life and into the great beyond. Mostly, it's socks (some really good socks too, from when I was a rower). A cropped bright yellow puffer jacket. A pair of perfectly worn in chucks.
The one I really still think about, though- the one that really got away- is an old school sweatshirt. I went to school in Saudi Arabia for a while (Dhahran Academy, holla back!) and I had the most perfectly worn in red sweatshirt with our school mascot, a scorpion, on it. We had a good life together, until one day I left it at the gym. I can't really blame whoever took it, I guess. I mean, it had a scorpion on it. It was pretty badass.
But oh, that is my lament. Tell me yours. What painful memories do you have of things that you've lost, or given away later to regret (especially now that the 90s are all sorts of in our face)? Photo from Sunshinecity
Emily Miranda = new completely futile jewelry crush. I love the way her jewelry is natural- it's beautiful but also at times rather macabre, the way nature itself frequently is. See for yourself:
Are any of you familiar with the architect Peter Marino? If not, you can familiarize yourself with his work here, but that's only incidental. His design style doesn't even begin to thrill me as much as his personal style does.
It's not that I'm into leather daddies (though God knows, I do love me some cowhide.) It's just that I love people who are just exactly how they are. And Peter Marino manages to make styling yourself after a Tom of Finland drawing (nsfw-ish) made flesh completely endearing Can't help but respect that.
Emma Watson and Iggy Pop. I want to see them in a movie together. Like An Education, but dirtier and way more rock. Are you with me? Lets petition for this.
Okay, so now I'll stop distracting you if you stop distracting me. Because I am resolving to stop being the last person to arrive, and I really need to repaint my nails, because they are painted white, but then I drew with sharpie over them, then the sharpie rubbed off, and now it just sort of looks like I have a fungus.
So lets go do our thing. And in the mean time, think of what supporting characters we will have in our Hermione Pop movie, and what the soundtrack and locations will be. Get back to me.
