RIP Daul Kim

I don't even know what to say. Your body of editorial work was nothing short of inspirational, and I was always struck by the audacity of your answers to interview questions. You were intelligent and an icon in your own right. I miss you already. These videos make me miss you even more.

thoughts...

I was trolling through my old picture archives, and found this melancholy gem taken last year that I don't believe I ever posted on the blog.It makes me nostalgic for the good ole days of first year university...

I broke out my fancy tights for a party last weekend, they were a big hit! So were my dance move to Bad Romance. WIN!

I find it really depressing that people actually like stuff like this. My life is not a "wasted effort", and even if it was I wouldn't be proclaiming it for the world to see on some dumb t-shirt dress.

Lastly, I've been listening to a lot of Kate Bush lately. I was heavily into her music about five years ago, so I'm really rediscovering her genius. Plus, I needed a reason to post this picture because it is awesome.

Drink Milk

Some say that the Quest for the Holy Grail has something to do with Jesus and a cup. Others think it is a Monty Python movie. For me, it a hell of a lot shinier than that. After months of searching for a SEQUIN JACKET, salvation has finally come! Thanks to the eagle eyes of my beloved roommate (praise be to Tobi Reid), she spotted this sequin sweater for only $25 at the local consignment shop. Its so beautiful that I can't keep my hands off it. Let us rejoice!


Doc Martens and a plaid shirt, to add a little contrast to all that glitter.

Horror, Design

The sequin sweater of epic proportions made another appearance in today's outfit. I think it is my second favourite sweater (not even silver sequins can replace my love for Fawkes the phoenix sweater). This week has been altogether awesome. Last night I went to a drag show at the bar and watched my male friend prance around in five inch heels to the Spice Girls. Today I went thrifting an accidentally stole a pair of pants from Value Village. The cashier only charged me for the sweater that I bought, and I decided not to say anything because, uh, who doesn't want free pants?

I also got a copy of the new issue of Worn Fashion Journal in the mail! I've said it once, I've said it again and I'll say it once more: Worn Fashion Journal is the probably smartest fashion publication on the market today, and I'm proud to say it hails from Canada.

I loved the paragraph descriptions of personal style, the article on vintage fashion collectors and how they actually care enough to put their interns in the magazine.



Shout out to my girl Anna!

Grow Up

Every time I wear all black, I feel like an imposter of Zana from Garbage Dress. For some reason, the black lace and sequin details of this tunic do not translate as well into pictures as I would like them to. Last night I was a gin soaked dance machine who broke it down to Lady Gaga. Today I felt lost on public transit while listening to The Fall. I love life.

Bad Romance

Today's outfit consists of a classic sequin sweater and jeans that "look like a cloudy day" according to a good friend of mine. I took it as a compliment, these jeans were incredibly fun to bleach.

So, I know the whole blogosphere is freaking out about Lady Gaga's new video for "Bad Romance" and I have to say, I'm freaking out right along with everyone else. The McQueen! The razorblade sunglasses! Lady Gaga truly exists in a theatre of the ridiculously absurd. She is an entertaining spectacle to behold and to some extent, live vicariouly through. Perhaps in an alternate universe, I could serve as one of her backup dancers in a white PVC catsuit?

Why oh why did I not go see her live when I had the chance?

25 cents? Hah!

Today I just really didn't give a crap, so I reached for my cuffed gray work pants, the Rodarte-ispired sweater that I knitted myself and these old as hell purple Docs. After taking the picture I decided the outfit needed a little something-something, so I put on some giraffe bling. This is significant - I NEVER wear jewelry EVER.


Not exactly the epitome of 'feminine', but that's okay.

Into the Blues

Wow, I just realized that I'm on some sort of sick and twisted floral patterns binge. I've mentioned it in three posts in the last week, and this will be the fourth! It's sort of funny, because I generally associate floral patterns with all thing pink and girly - basically everything I hate. It must be some sort of sickness, and one that I don't particularly want to recover from. I wore this outfit last Friday, it wasn't raining but the rubber boots were necessary for my field ecology lab.

Here are some more rad folks who appreciate florals...

Give me a rhythm.

Today's outfit is all about being as obnoxiously colourful as possible. I have to wear this really terrible lime green t-shirt to a pub crawl tonight, so I figured I'd play it up with the mixed floral prints, instead of toning it down with shades of black and grey. Plus, I haven't worn my man shoes in a while so I figured I'd throw them into the mix.

Apparently I have the neck of a brontasaurus.

You guys better wish me luck, I've never been on a pub crawl before...

Bottle of Beer

I like pretty things. Pretty things that include...

Floral Doc Martens, a motley mix of feminine grunge.

Maps with meaningful messages.

Making funny faces. Cheer up emo kid, black lipstick ain't so bad!

The knitwear genius of Yokoo.

People who wear Luella blazers from the Ghost World collection.

Pics from unknown, Bleed for Fashion, my photobooth, Yokoo, Face Hunter.