Summer weather is heeeere and, as always, I'm reminded that when it comes to potential outfits and looking cute...I FUCKING HATE THIS SEASON. There, I said it. I'm an autumn/spring girl - I love layers, I love options, I love being able to wear insoles in my boots to keep my back happy. Ugh, how do I plan on handling the heat this year? I think there will be lots of long chiffon dresses and skirts...but also...
I thiiiiiiiiiiiink I might be getting down with some leotards!!! With a high waisted skirt or shorts? The one above is from American Apparel - the Lame Matte Black Leotard. Oh and there's also the Cotton Spandex Micro-Mesh Gloria V Bodysuit, that I might have to buy if for no other reason than the model who is selling it soooooo righteously:
"Bloggers Wear": Highlighting items that bloggers wear, how they wear them, and what they're thinking while they do. Today's edition: American Flag Apparel.
what is reality anyway, the little black list, vintage virgin, scene of changery, (at top: hal-coholic)
I am FREE...
Free to let my hair get dirty, free to get wrist tattoos, free to make out in dark corners of dive bars, and free to eat greasy barbeque ribs and suck on the bone. I'm free to put on short shorts and call out sick from my part-time gig at Urban Outfitters to smoke weed with my girls out of a bowl at an outdoor music festival. I listen to Johnny Cash and The Eagles...or Joni Mitchell when I'm feeling sad. I lean against walls with one foot up against it, I walk slowly to enjoy the scenery, and when music plays I sway rhythmically to it.
Don't try to put me in a box. I'm not a girl next door, I'm not a rebel. Yes I like to stay in and knit beanies for my boyfriend, but I also paint my toenails in moving cars and hang them out of the window to dry! I listen to my music loud - I like my kisses soft - I live life in the moment. I'm here. I'm happy. I'm American.
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I did a "this thing..." post a couple of weeks ago with a vintage corset/bra/shirt purchase. I suppose it's what comes to mind when dealing with thrifted/vintage/antique things...they never quite fit into one category.
I bought this necklace/pendant/antique on ebay and it's a fossilized horse tooth that was recovered in the Gorge River in Florida, strung onto a piece of leather. At least that's what they tell me...
It's really heavy and smells like a dead horse's mouth (I kid...). It's big, bigger than my middle finger, and it sits right above my belly button when I have the leather band extended all the way out.
The seller has all antiques, like clay pipes, necklaces clad with buffalo teeth, a turtle shell pendant, etc. Not to give away my tricks of the trade or anything, but if your interest is piqued and you're inclined toward weird shit, visit his ebay sit here.
"Bloggers Wear": Highlighting items that bloggers wear, how they wear them, and what they're thinking while they do. Today's edition: lots and lots of bracelets.
***Disclaimer: My bud Kadeem Johnson (pictured above and below) ok'd the theme of the post. Since I consider him one of the godfathers of the resurgence of this trend (last seen in the 90's on young white hippie kids like myself), I feel that gives me free reign with this, and all subsequent "Bloggers Wear" posts ***
cheyenne meets chanel, bobby raffin, le happy, k.john lasoul
I am a forever evolving sentient being. Whether I'm buttoned up and suited, or sitting on a log in a Native American headdress...I possess an inner tranquility that guides me through my life as an enigma...as a chameleon. Like sister Erykah Badu said: my cipher keeps moving like a rolling stone. I have no limits and I have no fear - in fashion or in life. If you ever doubt just how much peace and positivity I possess, simply take a look down at my wrist...and the many, many, many many bracelets adorning it will remind you.
As the sun shines on my face and I move softly yet deliberately through this world - the leather, hemp, string, beaded and silver delights on my wrist keep me true and alive. They are personal tokens of my love and connectedness...to myself...to all people...to the earth.
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Disclaimer: If you are a blogger who has been featured on this, or any Bloggers Wear any post, please know it is with respectful sarcasm that I post and poke fun at you and your garments. All is fair in love and blogging. Peace out.
"Bloggers Wear": Highlighting items that bloggers wear, how they wear them, and what they're thinking while they do. Today's edition: Creepers.
kingdom of style, tribande joyce, fabio nugs, where did you get that
I can't be bothered by the system. While you listen to Beyonce on your ipod, I'm listening to The Clash on my discman - while you drink your coffee with a bit of cream, I drink mine black and a day old - and while you're caught up in the stilettoed hype of Louboutins and Blahniks, I can't be bothered...so I tread around the city in my creepers. Yes, I saw that Prada came out with a pair - fuck that. Yes, I know other bloggers are wearing them - I started it. I'm the goth kid you made fun of in high school. My walls are black, my windows are painted over, and I chainsmoke while I look up flights Thailand...or anywhere but here. No I don't shop at Hot Topic or Trash and Vaudeville, my creepers are from a shithole vintage store in London. Fuck you and all your poser blogger friends...I wore these before you knew what they were, and I'll keep wearing them long after you've moved on.
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Disclaimer: If you are a blogger who has been featured on this, or any Bloggers Wear any post, please know it is with respectful sarcasm that I post and poke fun at you and your garments. All is fair in love and blogging. Peace out.
Last night, 70's rock n' roll legend Patti Smith performed at Sotheby's in NYC and I was there to witness the glory firsthand. Accompanied by guitarist Lenny Kaye, Smith's performance was to benefit the Smithsonian's Archives of American art. She performed original material, a few covers, and read artists' love letters from the Archives' collections, as well as from her own book (Just Kids). "Even though email gives us immediacy, the letter gives us proximity," Smith mused, urging us to continue to write letters. "The Smithsonian has 16 million letters, and if we don't keep writing letters, and only write emails, that's all they'll have 20 years from now too."
Patti Smith sang with all of the strength, agony and sincerity that I expected from her - and though most of the love letters she read weren't her own, she was filled with a sense of romance and charm as she recited them. "As a girl who loves being in love, I don't read these [letters] tongue and cheek or with anything but delight." Smith assured us.
In moments of transition, Smith loosened up what appeared to be a pretty stiff Upper East Side audience with stories of her ex-husband, her allergy to scotchgarded carpets, a history lesson in - and her love and appreciation for - the man who created glasses, the list goes on. "Digression is part of my business," Smith admits with a giggle, "if I had a business card it would say: Patti Smith, Digresser."
Below is a snippet of her last song of the night "Because the Night" - which actually got some of the audience singing along...guess you can't judge a rich philanthropist by her Chanel skirt suit:
