I can’t stop re-stocking these. Blush reptile print on the #stylestalker “Runaway” dress, back up for sale next month! #messes of #dresses #yearofthefox #fashion #patterns #fabric #design
Just a little schoolboy with a day off from Oxford. #vintage coat, #chanel button down, #hm skinnies, vintage #coach bag, late 70s #pierrecardin ankle boots. #yearofthefox #fashion #whatIwore
Today’s torso. Dress courtesy of #jenspiratebooty slave bracelet via #yearofthefox and boobs courtesy of my mother. #selfie #redheads #fashion #dresses #jewelry
And as another matter of note, my BFF’s got me THIS HO DRESS for my birthday, too!
*eyes shine with future sluttery*
Thanks Stacy, Randi and Jenny. <3
I said it yesterday, and I’ve said it a thousand times: you can get away with douchebag fashion as long as you KNOW YOU LOOK LIKE A DOUCHEBAG.
And with that, I wear my old ass fedoras and too-round glasses proudly.
There are a handful of bitches in the world who are TOP TIER. Not top shelf, because that’s for rappers and chicks with one shade blonde hair, but top tier. This tier is reserved for only the finest of the fine.
Some top tier residents are Sharon Stone, Angie Everhart, Brigitte Nielsen (say what you will), and Kelly LeBrock. Another? Madchen Amick.
This broad’s got the mid-90’s thing DOWN. Voluminous hair, perfectly penciled eyebrows, and brown lipstick. Now in most people’s eyes, the 90’s were the bottom rung of style; this was the era of grunge, gelled hair, chicks dressing like homeless people or dudes (baggy pants, boxers, so on), gaucho pantsuits and FLORALS. However heinous the 90’s were, there are some people who did it right-think Milla Jovovich’s fashion spreads in Sassy, or Winona Ryder in Reality Bites. They wore jumpsuits and grungy dresses, but it worked because their natural feminine beauty offset what was clothing them. Madchen Amick is a babe of the 90’s-she looked best with THOSE eyebrows and THOSE brown lips. She’s still quite lovely now, but she looks generic; blonde-highlited hair; skinny eyebrows; nude lipgloss. She homogenized herself as opposed to growing up, and that’s why we’ll remember her as she was, in the 90’s.
I’m a child of the 90’s myself; I fondly remember ditsy floral prints, hideous wide leg floaty pantsuits, and trying to wear my pants backwards a la Kris Kross. I too look good with brown lipstick and thick eyebrows; I’d expect to see this more as fall rolls around. Either way, cheers to a top tier babe. I’ll love you forever, Shelly.
Today I put on a photographer’s uniform
Well, what I think a photographer (me) would wear
An oversized denim shirt
Black leggings
Dior loafers
Slicked back hair
Red lipstick
Whatever.
I walked down the street the other day and some guy started talking to me
Why people do that I’ll never know
A smile or hello is nice
But an uninvited conversation is a bit much for me
Anyway
He was wearing a tank top and skinny jeans he made into shorts
and
some kind of hip sneaker
He was pretty good looking and had nice hair
And he was telling me my shoes were cool, which was true
But he was wearing those clothes, you know
A uniform that says he’s probably got the clap from someone who works at American Vintage or Urban Outfitters
And besides, I dislike people who don’t respect boundaries
Another day I saw a tubby girl wearing a shirt that alluded to her physical looks
As in “hottie” or some dumb shit like that
I myself enjoy a curvaceous woman
But when I can safely assume you can’t see your toes when you stand up
And your hair is a mess of brassy, horrible highlights
You’re not allowed to wear a shirt that says “hottie”.
I’m eating a lot of chocolate almonds these days.
I hate it when you can “safely assume” things about people
Oh, you like Vampire Weekend? Yeah, I could safely assume that dude
One thing I’ve always thought was cool about me
Besides the fact I have some busted ass crooked teeth and freckles on my knees
Is that at the very least no one’s ever said
“Oh yeah, you LOOK like a Steely Dan listener”
Or you know, like whatever else I like which I don’t necessarily look like I like
People put themselves into genres which makes it easier to stereotype them
Which I like in some ways
But not in others.
The shoes that mama nicole just bought for me. Thank you times a million girl.
Let me count the ways that I love you:
-because you’re sexy
-because you are fashionable
-because you buy my fashionable shit that I can’t buy here
-I’m getting tired of counting the ways that I love you cause there’s too damn many.
<3
*squeals* It was my pleasure! Pix when you get ‘em.