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 advocate

people 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:

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.

r.i.p.

yves saint laurent
1936 - 2008

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