The Perfect Loose Sweater (Even thouhg it's summer)

Whats more comfortable than a cashmere sweater. Soft and like butter. Baggy and loose to perfection. Torn an worn for optimum comfort. I can't wait for fall to come, so that I can throw on a huge comfy sweater and a pair of leggings or skinny jeans.

You know who wears big comfy sweaters the best......the Olsen twins. But then again they have that joie de vivre that makes everything they put on amazing.

Victorian Underwear Calvin Klein Resort 2010

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relizations and revelations on a tuesday night

It's 4:21 in the morning and I'm eating an apple with peanut butter. I'm desperately needing a cigarette which can't be had until my parents leave for work at 8ish. So I 4 hrs to go. I'm contemplating my life and the priorities, that have recently been in control. I'm finally taking a hard look and reevaluating what I'm doing with my life. I have spent many hours in bed wallowing like a tragic hero who has fallen due to hubris. And in a way it was hubris that has brought me to this point. Countless times, I laughed in the face of the academic gods, giving them half assed attempts at being a student. And it worked too! For awhile at least.....and then the many all nighters and late assignments caught up to me. One day I realized where the attitude had gotten me......Nowhere. I had become an average student with no exceptional talents or skills. I had friends who were exceptional musicians and artists or writers. I had dabbled in all of those things and showed talent in all. What made me different from them? Why didn't I have a talent that destinguisded me from everyone. I realized now that I had no drive. They all were trying to be the best they could be. I only had the drive to be the best until something got too hard and fustrated me. Then I cut and run. Which is exactly what happened with school.

The right thing to do when you realize that you've become mediocre at everything that you have tried, is to actually work harder and show the world what you're made of........I did exactly the opposite I gave up and became a recluse. I slept to escape reality knowing that it was only a temporary fix. And now I am finally waking up. No more half assed attempts at life. I am going to idnetify what I want and get it.

Today has been one of those days where staying in bed is the only option for happiness. And not just happiness but BLISS. I had coffee, the blinds were open to let the soft white light from he cloudy day in, and was doing ballet in bed. Not real ballet mind you. It's hard to explain it. But.....you know when your a body of water and writhe and twist around underwater. It's kinda like that except in a bed.

fashion, whiskey and romance......late at night

To nights is the first night that I will be going to bed alone and ok with it. It's taken awhile to getting used to the idea that my soul mate isn't going to drop from the sky. It's just that I've wanted to be in love so bad. So that I finally I can feel the feelings I read about or see in movies. But, ;ove rarely happens like that. And when it does it is sporadic and has no predictable pattern. But, I'm slowly getting used to the idea that being single is ok. Wild romances and affairs are for made up characters. Reality rarely allows for such flurishes. I'll get mine in the end I just have to wait and be patient.

This blog is turning out to be nothing about fashion oops.....

But here is something fashion related. Chanel Resort 2010 in Venice. Fanciful and delectibly 20's. Right in keeping with my recent obsessio with anything from the jazz age.


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I really want to have a 20's party. Opium den or prihibition club ambience and everythind. A smoky den, gin, and good jazz. hmmmmmmmmmmm dreams will one day come true

I like being trashy

I had dinner or sorta like dinner with my friend Brad today, at our local coffee shop. We always have the most surreal times there. Tonight mainly because I unwittingly (or maybe not?) and in detail began to engage in a conversation with a friend about my sexual exploits in front of a "Jesus Freak" and sorta scared him off. I was kinda drunk off of a cheap wine named MD 20/20 which cost me a whopping 3.25. I know right! Amazing! That's my excuse for my behavior. Fun times had by all. We smoked. I drank. I ate. We laughed.

Hmmmm

I was reading Hipster Runoff....yes I read hipster runoff, and guess what? I enjoy it too.
It's irreverent, ironic, and occasionally relevant. Any way I was reading a post about PBR maybe not being cool anymore and I started to think about what my alcohol choice said about my own personal branding. So now I'm trying to find a beverage that will get me toasted and at the same time add to my image/kewl factor.

Something cheap and boho maybe slightly intellectual: like a famous write might have drank himself to death with it.







I would choose Soco but it's too sweet and makes me want gag when ever I drink it. It sorta makes me feel like a bad southerner.




I think maybe I should start drinking colt 45. I am black but not very stereotypical black. It would be ironic for me to drink it. Then maybe I could start smoking menthols like kools.

warning this blog is a carthatic post and is rife with bad grammar Its simply a concious stream of thought

This post has nothing to do with fashion or design or art. Or maybe it has something to do with all of those things. See they all have a a place in my life. They give me meaning. My evolution in all of them relate to my evolution in myself. I sadly haven't even thought about fashion in the past few months. I don't know....maybe It's not me anymore. Or maybe I'm just going through a phase right now. I can't say that I've been busy. I haven't been doing anything besides drinking and wallowing in my own loneliness. Wondering when I would be truly happy again. And then I got pissed. Pissed at everyone for being happy; for being able to find peace. And for those who couldn't find peace like me. I got pissed at them too. Because they brought me into their sadness. Misery does love company though. Too bad my misery is anti social. I can't help but wonder if I even like people or if I just don't want to be left alone with my own thoughts. That's probably why I have an internet addiction. If I turned off the computer and tv and just sat by myself I wouldn't know what to do.

But, all of this is about to change. I'm going to be fruitfull this summer since I'm not going to school next semester I need to do something to keep myself busy besides working a dead end job that hopefully won't become my life. Their all pretty much pipe dreams that probably won't happen but damnit I won't let that happen. Idk if it's me being bipolar or if all the good karma I've racked up is finally helping me out. But, I've become inspired. Hell yeah. and hopefully I will have the energy to upload inspirational images i find to help me out. So yeah new creative ventures and life change.
----Work out and get the hell in shape. I'm gonna tone my skinny body and by the end of the summer ill look like a Dior homme model then I'm gonna get a tattoo to commemorate the summer....but only if i can get in shape. The tattoo is my reward
----I want to start a Salon and showcase creative endeavors of me and my friends. We have so much talent but no outlet.
----"Dinner" or that's just a tentative name for a multimedia project I want to start on. It would encompass video, photographs, sound, and installations of found objects, recording the meals I have with friends. I've had some raucous times and some great conversations. It's nothing new. But it sound interesting to work on.
-----I just recently had an idea to start a series of fictional letters to my imaginary lover that I might one day have. Somewhat modeled after french love letters during the days of royal courts and swooning aristocratic ladies.

thats enough......maybe this blog isn't about fashion anymore? Maybe it is? I don't know yet? I hope it still is?

This post really means nothin

I know this has nothing to do with fashion but lately I've been thinking of everything but fashion. You know......relationships, lost love, non existent love. Basically, the fact that I'm alone and it seems as if everyone else are finding someone. So, I've started retreating into other outlets to either help me understand myself better or to atleast numb the annoying buzzing pain I get when I am around a couple or someone talking about being part of a couple. But anyway part of my distractions has been interiors and decorations. I'm obsessed with moving within the next several months. And the most exciting part about moving is the fact that I will be able to decorate my very own place. Yes, yes.......I'm a big mo. But, I've lived with my parents for the past 20 years with a few brief interludes of campus life. And while that was freedom, living in my place will grant me the freedom that I can never get at home or on campus. But anyway. I found a fresh take on how to display photos without using pesky frames. Instead, you can use glass jars and bottles.

IDK what this means

I haven't posted in a long time. It's kinda depressing actually. I've been in a bad place in my life and instead of taking proactive steps to making my life better. I've just been wallowing in my own self pity. I've moved back in with my parents which is rather disheartening. Now it seems as if New York is years away. For some reason when I walk into my house I feel this stifling opression come over me. I can't think or feel creative at all. My parents go to bed at 10 and constantly complain about me being too loud and coming in too late. I'm currently looking for a job and new place. I feel a new start with a new place would make me feel better.

Okay.....this is a fashion blog so I feel I should say something about the NY collections that just ended and the London collection that just began.

First off. I had very few favorites. It seems like many New York designers are letting the recession get to them. There were three camps of designers in NY this fall. The first are the ones who let the economic slump overpower them. They delivered severe clothes with no real panache. Some say in these uncertain times where even the big names are hemorrhaging money, designers should stick to special pieces that will weather trends and the recession. We'll find out later if they are right when stores put in orders for the collections.

Then there are the designer who feel they must force a kind of optimism on us. Marc Jacobs I felt did that. His clothes were full of color and print. He was inspired by the 80's and going out. When girls used to spend all evening devoted to preparing themselves for a night out on the town. Each girl had her own individual make up and hairdo. It was good concept, but in reality the collection felt like a fashionable Frankenstein. A mish mash of elements and ideas. He fused them together and shocked them into life with mood music. But, like Frankenstein the collection lacked the true light that makes something thrive and live with the veracity that is good fashion.
Another collection that forced optimism on us by ignoring the economic slump all together was Marchesa. The two design partners unveiled an escapists collection. They'll no doubt be a hit with the Hollywood crowd. Their clothes are glamorous and pretty. But, sometimes feel overdesigned.

The last camp of designers were the smart who stuck to their guns. They made clothes that they loved and it showed threw every seam and cut. Fransisco Costa at Calvin Klein, Vera Wang, Alexander Wang, Doo Ri, Chado Ralph Rucci, and Ralph Lauren were all standouts.

Disheveled Perfection

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I found this on the website refinery 29. This is Anna Ifould taken in SoHo, New York Cit.
I lover her outfit. Its so androgynous. I wanna try and pull it off. Uhhhhh she looks uber cool.

Why!?!

Why must I love Ann Demeulemeester so much? I couldn't afford a tie from her. She makes such covetabel pieces that are sensual and sexy.


I need these boots badly.


(pictures from www.stylehive.com and www.momscape.com)