Say Hi to Daul

I guess it's weird to dedicate a post to someone I've never met, but Daul's blog was the realest of all of the blogs I've ever read. It made me laugh and cry alternately, which goes to show that she was capable of getting through all of the fakeness of fashion and the superficiality of the modeling industry and create something lasting. This is a poem written by Daul in April of 2009. Take what you will from it.

Say Hi to

i wonder

whats wrong with me

sometimes

i just keep

wanting to go deeper and deeper into the world

of self destruction

like as if

i want to see myself fail completely

and disappear.

strange

its like a dive

i used to be on swim team when i was young

and i hated it so much

i wanted to drown

every time i dived

but i always end up

finishing second

sometimes first

but mostly second place

and i didnt give a fuck about it

Photo, thedreamwalkingsociety

Les Aveugles

As you can see from my previous post, I have developed something of a love affair for all things furry this winter. I should have guessed this would happen, as my obsession with animal print has grown to epic proportions. It's all fake fur of course, as I am a vegetarian :) It's just so warm, and it reminds me of my dogs and cats when I pet it...which I do quite often. In public. Please don't judge.

But anyway, after my recent acquisitions of a fur-collared cardigan (again, below), and an Anna Karenina-esque fur hat, my sickness has progressed. I am dying for a fur-collared winter coat, either with toggles or a princess cut. Or both, if that even exists. Also, wouldn't an LBD with a grey spotted faux fur trim along the hem be amazing?

Currently Listening to: Young Liars, by TV on the Radio
Pictures from GaranceDore, KnightCat, TFS, StockholmStreetStyle and AnyWho

J'hAbItE à L'iSeLaNd

"What kind of story would you like to hear?" said Mother Bear.

"Tell me about me," said Little Bear,

"Tell me about things I once did."

Pousse-le!

Cover shot by Barry Hollywood; Model Karolina Nevia (Fusion NYC); image supplied by pushitmagazine.com

Photographer: Andrew Yee

Cool Stuff OTM:
* Push It mag is coming out with a book...and I'm first in line.
* Velvet dresses- I'm digging this one from Etsy
* After Saturday I will be done with SATs FOREVER!! Snaps for me.
* I decided to go as Sailor Moon for halloween, sorry for the lack of good picturz

Chaudron Bouillonne

Have a perfectly wicked Halloween. I will be taking my harp and ear training midterms during the day, but I'm just looking towards the night. I'll post pictures soon, so you can see what I decided to go as!
Currently Listening to: Symphony No. 5, Shostakovich
Photos: Anne Combaz, TFS

éQuInOxE d'AuToMnE

C&C California dress, Payless boots, scarf and beret from France

Cendrillon

I found this illustrator via the Black Cigarette community on LiveJournal. She's a sweetie and her designs speak for themselves.

Currently Listening to: Last Favor, by The Finches

Permettez-Moi de Présenter

Some inspiration for fall. I got some really lovely Calvin Klein shoes the other day, fulfilling my desire for the perfect black flat. They have little clusters of beads on the toes, so I jingle when I walk :) I'll try to do an outfit post tomorrow.

Currently Listening to: Trouble, by Elliot Smith

Photos from Sartorialist, Lookbook, FakingFashion, TFS

Vera

His touch was so persistent, why did he touch her so persistently? It made her feel unlucky, unwelcome, a ghost in that house. She couldn't place his aura, his spiritual consistency was nothing more than a scarf, a peice of wood beneath her fingers, a song caught and strangled in a throat. Yet still he visited her, she with her mind of fire and an unquenchable curiosity that would be the death of her. If knowing was killing her, she would be dead within hours.

And still she could not stop. She ran because she had no way of walking, her feet would not carry her on the ground. The air was so much easier, the water was more welcoming. She climbed mountains to feel the wind whip around her torso and so she could feel that her hair was being taken away, one strand at a time. She wanted to be made of sand, eroded over time so that glimmering fragments were able to visit people and give them a nice feeling but she would never have to talk and explain things because everyone knows that words are meaningless to most other people.

She felt him behind her, his breath was so tiny. She raised her arms so that the hairs would stand up. She was barely present, smoke wreathed her head. She wanted the smoke to be from a bonfire, burned at the stake like that woman warrior. Her head was thrown back, and everything she saw was pulsing and shimmering as it exploded beneath her feet, a cavern.

Picture, FeaverishPhotography

Bien-être de L'Enfant

So I've been thinking a lot lately about my woeful lack of a costume for Halloween this year. I don't really like going as an animal or a concept, I like to be people. Last year I was Sarah Palin, and the year before that I was Amy Winehouse. I've always wanted to be Sailor Moon, my faaave cartoon character from back in the day, and while researching her costume I thought of all the other great 90s cartoon girls and their phat fashions. So I put together a few collages of my faves, can you guess what shows they're from (it's not that hard)? And If you have any other costume suggestions for me, just give a shout.

Currently Listening to: Just Got to Be, by The Black Keys

Daria: Luana bag, Benjamin glasses, Michael Kors dress, Fendi boots//Carmen: Alexander McQueen sweater, Splendid jumpsuit, Stella McCartney boots, Burberry fedora, Acne gloves//Debbie: Erin Wasson x RVCA shorts, Banana Republic mens flannel, Topshop crop top, Doc Martens, Chanel nail polish