shoes [steve madden]

Remember when I said I wouldn’t buy anymore shoes after those Lady Dragons? Who guessed that I was lying out of my armpits? Yeah I bought like 2 more pairs. I’m thinking about a 3rd. School needs to seriously start soon. Idle heads make for idle shop lusting.

shirt [f21] - skirt [INC] – belt [thrifted] – necklaces [misc] – shoes [ferragamo] – glasses [UO]

I haven’t piled on this many necklaces in awhile. I’m fond of layering but that’s a poor choice in Houston humidity, so dingly-dangly things are perfect. Forgot how much I love all this tacky looking crap. I wanted to look like a kooky little Asian lady out shopping and I hope that’s what I got.

I met up with Jen-Jen and god I’m so happy to see her. Love that girl. LOVE her. Saw the new rooms, forgot my camera cause I’m a dope. But they look very much like padded cell rooms with the pads ripped out. And they’ll stay like that. I kind of love the raw concrete/unfinished look of it all but I also sort of hate it because I love cushy stuff too. The exterior of the building, the ground floor looks absolutely KILLER. The wood paneling…I’m crazy for that shit son. Can’t wait to make this my home for a year.

I’ve been so busy running errands, it feels like my summer’s finally started to run away from me and I can’t catch up. Like letting a beautiful boy slip through your fingers. Nostalgic much? Maybe. I’ve got a lot on my mind recently and I haven’t been able to share it. It’s like…do I burden you with my worries or do I keep it in until it’s solved? My journal stands mainly untouched at night and my thoughts just fester. It’s getting all jumbled anyway. When you’re anxious for something to work out, all the past feelings bearing any similarity culminate together against you. But you know, it’ll never reach the pinnacle of my teenage angst. I feel like there was an eloquence to that time that can never be replicated. I was more driven then to record it. What happened to that?

Anways, I’m trying to make it up to you guys. Massive postings due today. MASSIVE.

DIY shredded jeans [gap] // shirt, belt [UO] // shoes [nine west] // necklaces [macy's, jimmy'z, f21]

As a fashion blogger, it’s pretty obvious that I have a lot of people I “look up to” or inspire me to blog in general. One of those people is Shini of Park and Cube. She’s a graphic designer by trade and has very detailed posts, both pictorally and verbally. She inspired me to really consider and pity my readers when they view my blog. Make it look nice. Make it easy to swallow. But still make it mine. Also, she’s got a really great laid back, season-less style about her, reflecting a windblown lifestyle that flows from London back to Poland and where ever the borders of her world extend. It may seem like a glorified depiction, but I’m gushing so let me gush.

Anyways, her DIY posts (and she has many) are so nicely detailed and the photographic moments perfectly settled between airy and razor sharp. I slashed up these jeans last night thanks to her careful instruction.

There is something about destroying that is like creative. It is liberating and satisfying, not unlike birth (though I’m not really qualified say that yet as I have never been preggers). I cut myself 5 times on my left hand- should’ve worn gardening gloves-but it was worth it. The result is a beautiful cascade of denim shreds and hanging threads; it really is more delicate than it is hard rock. The look of course, demands that though. It demands the sort of trailor trash chic that seems to be popular a la K.Moss, so I sort of oblidged, but more of as a Park and Cube tribute than the later. Come to think of it, “Shini jeans” has a really charming ring to it doesn’t it? Mahaha, I’m so funny. From now on, these will be referred to as thus. Hope you don’t mind Shini!