I'm always influenced by the styles of other people. I go to the usual style blogs, like the facehunter, etc. but I visit teenvogue's snapshot section sometimes, and lately it's been pretty interesting.
where are the stars tonight?
I'm always influenced by the styles of other people. I go to the usual style blogs, like the facehunter, etc. but I visit teenvogue's snapshot section sometimes, and lately it's been pretty interesting.
someday
I updated my muxtape :) I guess you could call it my soundtrack for the summer. So far.
note to self: never abuse make-up. (that's the girl from Danity Kane.) And this whole "dramatic eye" thing is getting old, which is why I love Leighton Meester and her laid-back natural beauty.
Aubrey (or whatever her name is) looks like a clown. I just wanna take a wet towel and wipe it down her face while simultaneously taking those overkill fake diamond bangles off her wrists. But i like how she's sticking up her broken middle finger, haha.
new music alert: Albert Hammond, Jr. (from the Strokes, which is pretty much my favorite band) has a new album coming out next week. The whole thing can be listened to on myspace until then.
I'm leaving for jersey on thursday, I'm both excited and reluctant to leave, but it's only for three days. I want to revitalize myself so this could be the perfect opportunity.
red lights, blue lights
Last night I saw Wanted and I loved every minute of it. James McAvoy truly is a fine actor, and I've only seen two of his movies (the other being Atonement) but I always hear nice things about The Last King of Scotland. I have the dvd so maybe I'll watch it one of these lonely summer nights.
Yeah that's Chuck Bass (a.k.a. Ed Westwick) in an argyle sweater in the summer heat of the Hamptons. Talk about heat. I was watching my friends skate today, and I stood out there in the street for about an hour, in 88 degree heat, wearing minishorts and a sleeveless top. I immediately took a shower when I got home. And he's wearing a sweater...
playlist of the week (it only has two tracks but whatever)
what ever happened?
So it's summer, and having all this free time gives me more time to think. That may be a good thing, and it should be, but my pessimism will only let me process bad thoughts, and I'm constantly reminded of what I don't have rather than what I do have. I don't have a job; I don't have a car; I don't make my own money; I don't even have a true best friend who I can fully trust anymore. And all this negativity just overwhelms me, making it somewhat more difficult to think about what is right in front of me, and what I shouldn't take for granted. Why do I focus on the bad side of things so much? Nobody else seems to care as much as I do, and they live their lives like it's no big deal. I could learn a thing or two from them.
i took my love down to violet hill
i love looking at the album covers of my favorite bands. they stray from the typical studio portraits that we see in record stores, emblazoning the albums of pop stars who probably didn't even write their own songs. alternatively, bands opt to brandish their albums with artwork, some more interesting than others. case in point: coldplay.
there's something about the way "viva la vida" is just splattered in the dead center, while lady liberty leads triumph during the revolution ... it complements the melodies in the tracks, so even if you can't dissect the lyrics, you'll still have some clue as to what they mean.
i remember reading an article about X&Y when it was released. the writer kept questioning the strange symbols (an alphabet?) that are depicted as random colored squares. what are they, anyway?
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and here's something i've found kind of interesting. it's a journal by this girl who was just starting out on her journey to becoming a model. with all this talk of unsatisfied models who just want to make a living in a demanding industry, it fits right in.
i always knew that the lives of models really aren't all that glamourous and shit, but before reading this, i figured that the agencies would do more to accomodate their models; you know, make them feel comfortable. apparently, that isn't the case.
photo: justjared
who gives a fuck about an oxford comma?
Ali Michael first publicly spoke about the pressures she felt to lose weight in the june/july issue of teenvogue. now, Coco Rocha is following suit. but even if every other it-girl model speaks out on the subject, would the fashion industry remain the same, or would it finally change?
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normally, i don't post covers or editorials of fashion magazines on my blog, strictly because you'll find the same thing on a thousand other blogs -- but this one just screamed for me to showcase it.
Velvet - July 2008
model: Tiiu Kuik
ph: Enrique Badulescu
BFFs + bromances
brody jenner, paris hilton and her potential best friends
forget dating shows. boyfriends and girlfriends are overrated. pfft. how about shows where you can just be best friends instead?
sure, the idea sounds crap. but hey, whatever works for good television.
earlier this year, Paris Hilton announced that she's working on "Paris Hilton's My New BFF," in which she'll embark on a search for a new best friend. and earlier this week, Brody Jenner announced that he's looking for a bromance. what's next? "Heidi Montag Needs New Friends"?
somehow, i don't think Hollywood would be the same without Paris. her matchy outfits and desperate need for attention actually kind of keep things interesting. (and she's not pregnant, as she was seen drinking and wearing an uber-tight belt around her waist in vegas -- way to prove the tabloids wrong, Paris)
photos: just jared, paris hilton online
narcissism at its best
"beauty is observing the change in colors throughout the seasons." - gucci westman
my mind has always been affixed to beauty. it's a component of fashion, the icing on the cake. take a moment to ponder: would John Galliano's shows still be as eye-catching as they are now, if the models weren't sporting theatrical hairstyles or exaggerated makeup on the runway? and what's a color aficionado, i.e. Jeffree Star, to do without her (or his) shocking pink blush?
jeffree star, myspace pin-up queen and manic panic advocatepeople of past generations famously argue that beauty is to be admired, to be taken in and cherished, before it's gone. but even so, with all my fascination surrounding the subject, you'd think i'd actually take their advice. let me fill you in on this: i have trouble remembering advice when i need it the most. i say i live the moment, embracing what is around me, but in actuality i'm busy repeating thoughts to myself, self-conscious, yet subconsciously acting as the anti-narcissist (or does that make me a narcissist?).
maybe i'll take another look around.
meanwhile, look at this and try not to drool.
show me how you do that trick
it's that time of year: the sweaty, salty stench of your skin fills the air as you unsuccessfully try to towel off the sand from your ankles and feet, aiming to keep your friend's car as sand-free as possible, only to leave traces of it on the floor and on the passenger seat. you were just trying to get some sun before your friend had to head off to work. quite ridiculous in this 99-degree, 12 o'clock heat, though, isn't it?
i guess you could say i had a rough morning.
see, i haven't exactly paid attention to the temperature lately. it's more of a what-you-see-is-what-you-get kind of thing -- i peek out the window, and if it's not raining, i'll look up; if i see a cloudless and sunlit sky, then i'll assume that the high for the day is probably around seventy-five, eighty tops. you know ... typical, favorable beach weather. thirty minutes later, i feel a hint of misery as i lay directly in the path of the sun's scorching heat. blinded by the sunlight, i close my eyes in the hopes of taking a nap -- no such luck. the sunlight still seeps through my eyelids. suddenly it feels like we're being chased by a fire-breathing monster (except he doesn't just breathe it, he radiates it), so we look for shelter ...
we'd left an hour earlier than we'd planned.
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according to gossip blogs, this chick is pregnant: (see source)
personally, i don't believe it. thin girls get bloated sometimes. i do, especially after a big meal. rude, much?
with birds i share this lonely view
another reason to love new york: topshop. it should be open by the end of the year. i can't wait =D
i feel like the resort collections just swept by. i didn't even know they'd started until a week after Chanel showed. but Stella McCartney did the best, no surprise there. here's proof:
i feel like the resort collections just swept by. i didn't even know they'd started until a week after Chanel showed. but Stella McCartney did the best, no surprise there. here's proof:
season after season, i find myself wishing i could get my hands on Stella's entire collection. i even want the random pink flower in the model's hair.
wouldn't it be nice if american mainstream magazine covers looked like this? (it's GQ Style Italy)
on a more random note, i think i'm in need of more friends who are girls; i'm sick of hanging out with guys all the time. i've been around guys my whole life -- i have two older brothers, and they often bring their friends to the house (i even consider one of them another older brother to me). i think it benefits me, though, because i'm not as prissy as some other girls. i wear clothes like four or five times before washing them, and i never brush my hair. i like action movies, and i actually know some things about cars. i know what guys like and don't like. i know what makes a guy complain about his girlfriend.
but nevertheless, it would be a pleasant change to go shopping and actually take my time, especially in sephora.
the temperature's too hot for tea
i'm sure you know agyness deyn. you know, that british model with the blonde pixie cut who likes to mismatch her clothes? she's done a collaboration with the five o'clock heroes; her voice isn't bad, and it's surprisingly quite relaxing to listen to. the video for the song, called "Who," can be watched here. the artist behind aggy's make-up is a genius.
models-of-the-moment seem to be digging indie bands these days (or vice versa). i'm enjoying it, actually. i wonder who's next? coco rocha, showing off her moves alongside, say, MGMT, maybe?
then there's the supermodel + movie thing. heather, john, josh, and i saw "The Strangers" the other night. waste of $8; not because of gemma ward, who plays a dollface-masked serial killer (or stranger, rather), but because of the movie itself. i would have at least been satisfied with an explanation as to what was going on in the plot.
as i was dressing up before i left, though, i realized that i haven't been shopping lately; i like wearing a variety of tops and shoes, and for the past month or so i've been in a rut. i've been living in gray tees and neutral-colored shorts that shrink in the laundry. hopefully, tomorrow will be a nice change since my mom is taking me shopping. stocking up on swimsuits is at the top of my list. it's not even summer yet, and i've hit the beach almost every single day for the past two weeks.
i love the sand.
i love the water, no matter how dirty it may be -- but i hate when girls complain about it. the ocean will never be clean. too bad!
i love busting my ass whenever i try to skimboard.
i love surf culture and music.
fuck, i'm gonna buy a house on the beach one day.
i smell sex and candy
so who's the party girl who messes with the boys in the bar in The Virgins' new video for "Rich Girls," teasing them in Agent Provacateur lingerie? behati prinsloo!
word is that victoria's secret is trying to make her the new Gisele, however odd that may be. she's only a Pink model, and she's not an Angel, so maybe the rumors are just rumors. and i thought Miranda Kerr was Gisele's replacement? who knows, we'll see.
i just visited the doctor a while ago and found out that i have strep throat. i had plans for tonight and tomorrow, but my mom keeps telling me to stay home, because it's contagious. the weather is gorgeous, the best it's been in nearly two weeks, and i'm staying in. i have the strongest urge to sip on iced tea while laying back in a lounge chair on the balcony of one of those houses on the beach. not to mention that the sun sets in an hour or two, and i love the sky during twilight.
and yet here i am, talking about behati prinsloo. i don't even have any music playing.
photos: fashionologie
it leans on me like a rootless tree
counting, counting, counting ... there's been a lot of that lately. counting down the days left until summer, the amount of money that i owe to my friends -- thankfully just a couple bucks, the number of times that i've gone to the beach this past week, the pairs of sandals that i could wear in the summer heat. the days since i last spoke to him, who i probably let down. the things that i could have done different. the number of people who are slowly coming in to my life, and yet quickly walking out. i thought april showers were supposed to bring may flowers? the tulips in my mom's garden have hardly started to bloom.
prom night was alright, i wouldn't say it was as memorable as it could have been, since the dance itself could have been way better, but my friends and i were definitely some of the best dressed people there (hey i can be conceited, right?). i'd feel really weird showing off pictures of my friends here when they don't even know i have a blog, so i won't post any (until i change my mind, at least). i'll tell you this though: our party bus -- not limo, but party bus -- was pretty fuckin' sweet.
the chaffeur took out the pole though.
and after some consideration and taking in your input on whether i should go dramatic or simple-and-sweet in regards to my makeup for prom, i was torn between the two, so i went with a look that was very similar to amber heard's, sans the red lipstick, which i replaced with a peachy nude lip gloss. i had to compromise somehow.
photo credit: glitterdarkstar.deviantart.com
once again, sorry for the lack of updates, it's almost the end of my junior year and so many things have come up, including prom, exams, summer job hunting, coughPARTIEScough and all that good stuff. and i'll be taking the SATs in june so i have study for that.
anyway, i will update this later on tonight or tomorrow =)
i've never read rolling stone
who watched gossip girl last night? who else is psyched about nate+vanessa?! i don't know how the story goes in the books but i really like what's happening. i watched the next-week-preview at the end, and apparently someone really DOES turn gay, i wonder who?
things i love about The Hills:
my A.B.S dress ended up not fitting, and they ran out of my size on bluefly so i had to return it and get a different dress. it's still white and it still goes above the knee, except it has chiffon and there are silver sequins on the top. i went to Bakers at the mall and bought some light pink metallic sandals to go with it. i know it's flashy, but hey -- it's prom. everyone's going to look flashy, it's inevitable.
bet you didn't expect that. it's the girls from the Hills that we all know and love, next to heidi, who looks like a pornstar. boob job much? lauren and audrina always have such nice glowing tans though, i'm jealous =|
things i love about The Hills:- audrina (who also happens to be the only brunette on the show)
- how whitney doesn't ever take part in any of the drama
- spencer and heidi fighting all the time
- lauren's hair
- how everyone and their mother watches this show (it shouldn't even be called a guilty pleasure anymore)
by the way, thanks for your input on prom hair and makeup - i'm going with the wavy hair and natural-ish makeup =D
photos: rolling stone
shadowplay
so i've got the dress (by a.b.s.), the shoes (from bakers), the date (who's really cute), the dinner and afterparty plans, and whatever else there is all down. there are two things missing there, though: my hair and my makeup (for which i've hunted down countless photos of people with similar looks as me, namely the long, wavy dark hair and tan skin, i.e. vanessa hudgens and miranda kerr ... because i'm a dork) and i'm torn between wearing my hair straight or wavy, and my makeup neutral or dramatic. i know it's stupid, and prom is still like 3 and a half weeks away so i have plenty of time to decide, but i'm one of those people who like to know every single detail (perfectionist much?).
i need a second opinion, care to help?
makeup: pick a number
hair: pick one (sorry i forgot to number them, oh well)
photos: bluefly, style, bakers, vanessa hudgens fansite, miranda kerr fansite, asos
shakedown 1979 ... cool kids never have the time
a couple of things that i don't quite understand:
1. high-waisted pants. they're overdone, and only a few people know how to make them look good anymore ... but mischa pulls it off pretty well in that picture.
2. bags of chips. they're not filling, they're salty and sometimes even greasy, i hate the sound they make when people chew them, and there are loads of things that taste better and are healthier.
3. using violence to protest the 2008 olympics
4. really thin, overplucked eyebrows
5. Chace Crawford's and Carrie Underwood's "gossip girl"-style break up (it was via text message)
but the old CBGB bar/club/venue is looking good again. John Varvatos turned it into his new store.
he kept the graffiti on the walls and the posters are still up, which adds to the vintage feel of the place. supposedly, he promised to do justice to CBGB's legacy, and i think he did a pretty good job, judging from the picture. i wonder if he kept anything else from the original space.
a cloudy saturday afternoon
spring's off to a decent start, its been a bit rainy lately (bad) but i haven't had to wear a jacket or a hoodie in a while (good). it's not at all humid and the breeze doesn't flow too soft or too hard. the weather's near perfect right now. and i've had a good week. i went to target to see if they had any of the jovovich-hawk peasant tops in stock, which they didn't except for one in a size L, but i still bought a pair of blue acid-wash drainpipes that only cost $20. acid-wash jeans are that kind of thing that are a hit or a miss ... in this case, they're a hit, and they're comfy, too. then my mom and i decided to cruise on over to a discount store and i scored this too faced make-up palette for like, $7. i also got my driver's license =D but nope, no car yet.
betsey johnson, christian lacroix - both fall '08
and i love how the transition between winter and spring brings warm days with cool winds, and i can drink hot tea and eat an ice cold mint chocolate chip sundae in like the same hour, without feeling like its too cold or too warm for either of them.
i've also watched Hollywoodland, the Black Dahlia, and Atonement (after reading the book ... it was depressing, i even cried a little, and i don't ever cry over books) and i realized how much i love the glamour of the '40s, the red lips and the winged liner and the deeply parted hair, and i understand Gwen Stefani's obsession with that era. you know, a lot of celebrities are following suit, i.e. Christina, Scarlett, etc. but still, Gwen does it best. looks like some designers are with me (and said celebrities):
betsey johnson, christian lacroix - both fall '08ideas for prom. sweet.
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