Possessed by the Screaming Guitar

Press play on this:



Now listen to the music while you read/look through this post. This month Anthem Magazine came out with this really rock n roll editorial spread...and though in a way it's totally pretentious and annoying, it made me wanna rock out...hard...and it made me wanna smoke cigarettes and go get more tattoos.

Boy? Girl? It don't matter to this totally androgynous duo - they've got other, way more hardcore anti-establishment shit to pay attention to. They're bad, they're mad, fucked up and down on their luck. The Man has them down, so to get back at the world they scream and wear sunglasses inside, they make out in public and flash flesh and wear fishnet. What recession? What war and genocide and corruption? They're above it all and below it all...and all they want to do is party.

Sometimes you just need some screaming guitar.

Knock over a trash can! Yell at that nasty bald white dude at the gym who takes up too much personal space! Skip class and don't come up with an excuse! Eat dessert THEN dinner! Fuck it! You're rock n roll today! Growl at a stranger! Wear dark make-up! Open the windows and throw a tantrum so all the neighbors can hear! Let the haters hate, you don't care, you've got Van Halen on the brain and you'll deal with the consequences tomorrow.

Rock out.
Rock hard.
Rock on.


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When Sci Fi Meets the Catwalk

They're tall and gangly - their heads large in comparison to their frail, thin bodies. Big buggy eyes, long boney fingers, tall necks, possessed looks in their eyes. They're other worldly looking...and it's haunting and mesmerizing and terrifying and beautiful all at the same time.
No, not those!! THESE:

Photos courtesy of Style.com and Model Whispers

They're your typical non-descript Caucasian catwalk models. High fashion and edgy, they hail from places like Norway and Russia. They're 5'10" and above - they hardly speak any English and they were probably scouted on the street or in a mall when they were like 14. They're alien and weird looking and fabulous. All at once they look like death and a painter's palette, and a crazy dream (nightmare?) that you can't wake up from. And I don't wanna! I can't help but stare when I see them on the streets - if nothing else, their cheekbones alone call my name.

Seriously though, do you really see a huge difference between this:

And this:

I think not!

Sigh. I love them.


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I Just Wanna Romp!!

We've come a long way from the days of playing on the beach with buckets and shovels, but luckily, our clothing hasn't. The Romper, which most of us wore as kids at one time or another, is back in full force and I'm loving every minute of it. For those of you who don't know what a romper is, it's basically a one piece that resembles a marriage of overalls and shorts. Now they've been revamped for the modern chick with style - they can be tight or on the looser side, they can be low-cut to show some cleve or more conservative, and they come in all kinds of prints and fabrics and styles.

Here are a few from Topshop (click the photos for more info on the pieces):


Here's one by Insight sold at Urban Outfitters:
And here we've got some of my favorite celebs partaking in the glory:
Wear it with heels, wear it with flats - wear it with a belt or let it flow - floral, striped, solid, satin, zippers, pockets, go nuts or go low-key. Whatever you do, slide that puppy on and have some fun! It is a romper after all! Go out and play! Let loose with your stylish sexy self and damn people, do that onesie some justice!


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Red Russian is a Girl's Best Friend

I guess I'm make-up oriented these days, as it was only a few days ago that I posted on the smokey eye.

But today is a new day. And the focus is the Red Lip - aka the Marilyn Monroe.It's sexy, it's feminine, seductive, sophisticated, polished, riskay...and it takes major cojones to try. I've been flirting with the idea for some time. I'd look at photos of women with coloring similar to mine (dark features and light skin) and think "hmmm...could I?" Example, Ms. Dita von Teese:
Looks fantastic right?! We already know the blondies (with fair skin) can pull it off, these Hollywoodettes are basically just modern day Marilyns:
But could I? The non-famous Oregon-born Jewish girl with fair skin and dark features? Suddenly I had to find out immediately. So last Sunday I stepped up to the plate and ventured into the Mac store in SoHo. I knew I wanted a matte lipstick (shiney lips are sooo last month) and with some help from the sales lady (and my good friend Mia), I finally settled on the Russian Red lipstick and (since the sales lady told me you MUST line your lips when going red) the Cherry lip pencil.

The results?

My biggest fear?
Eeek!!! So if you see me with lipstick on my teeth, 1) please forgive me, I'm new at this, and 2) PLEASE TELL ME...it's one of the un-cutest things there is!!!


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Tina Turner is the Goddess of Rock n Roll

On Sunday I watched "What's Love Got to do With It". The storyline (about Ike and Tina Turner) was depressing, but the music was SO ON POINT. I grew up hearing her Private Dancer album...liked her. Later found out she was the one who originally sang one of my favorite Missy songs "I Can't Stand the Rain"...'preciated her. When I found this video that I posted toward the beginning of the blog...in awe of her. But now, after watching the movie, getting 3 of her albums, and watching seeeveral youtube videos...obsessed.
Here are some videos...

WARNING: After viewing these videos you too will be entranced. Side effects include obsession, dancing, singing, gyrating, buying albums, illegally downloading albums, and blogging about Tina.







and of course...



and...



AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! It's too much to take!!! I want to watch Tina!! I want to move like Tina!! I want to sound like Tina!! I want a crazy poofy big orangy blonde weave!! I have to go blow of some steam, it's just too much...too too much.


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The Ultimate Boyfriend

No, the Ultimate Boyfriend is not chivalrous. Doesn't console you when you've had a bad day...doesn't surprise you with gifts or take you on tropical vacations, and the UB is not good in bed.
The UB does, however, get along with your friends...can be taken out anywhere, always looks good, is great dancer, and the UB's below-the-belt skills are ON POINT.

No homie, I'm not talking about a man!! I'm talking about the Boyfriend Jean. I touched on my affection for them in an earlier post, but now my affection has turned into a full on crush.
All the above photos are J Brand Jeans and, when worn with flats, are a beautiful marriage of casual and sexy. It's kind of reminiscent of my style growing up - well, one of my styles. Baggy jeans with Birkenstocks...and lots of beaded necklaces...that was the hippie stage. Good thing I didn't throw the Birks away!! Yeah, I own these:
True story.

I can't say I'm totally sold on the Boyfriend Jeans with heels (though I do 'prece the model's abs), but I'm sure I could be convinced if seen it done right - this is how they're trying to sell the look on the site:
Hmm, yeah I'm not really feeling it. Kind of like trying to turn pajamas into acceptable out-in-public-wear by calling them "velor track suits"...don't try to dress it up, just call it what it is...you're wearing pj's on the street.

Anyway, I haven't decided if these jeans are something I have to go out and buy or if I can literally put on a pair of boy's jeans (hello Salvation Army) and make magic that way. I'll do some research (aka shopping) and let you know.

Happy Friday!!


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Where there's Smoke, there's Sexy...

I LOVE SMOKEY EYES. I love them I love them I love them. Smoldering, mysterious, flirty..I feel as though a girl can't go wrong with a little (or a lot) of smokiness. If you don't know what I'm talking about you're either 1) a guy 2) a lame-o or 3) a foreigner who doesn't understand English? Whatever the case may be, below are a few variations on the smokey eye:

And of course the pop teen smokey eyed queen:

It can be dark and racoony, it can be more faint and ethereal, some people even add splashes of color to highlight outfits or eye color or just to add a little flare. Regardless of how it's done, this post is simply an ode to the smokey eye.

I don't know whether or not it's acceptable to wear it during the day...if I were high maintenance enough I would probably disregard whatever rules there were out there and do it every single morning. Alas, even on the few occasions that I go out at night, I hardly ever - in any kind of time-consuming way - attend to my eyes (though I RARELY leave the house without mascara).

The inner makeup artist inside of me thinks that everytime I attempt the smokey eye I do a bang up job, in reality I probably need some tutoring...so I took to youtube to get some hints. There are TONS of little tutorials...but for some reason I really like this girl:


She's sassy and I think the braces work for her :). She's got several tutorials that she's posted, I suggest you check the rest of them out too.

Well that's my spiel about smoke. Cigarettes are bad. But a smokey eye is a Killer.


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