Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Circa November

Long overdue, roopsies. Regardless, this entry, being post #90 (whoa.) marks the very first post in my blog's three-year (whoa...) history to actually feature me. Surprise! Bet you didn't realize I was actually a small Asian. So as I've made redundantly clear over this cherished span of time, my heart belongs first and foremost to fall fashion. These autumn shots courtesy of fayettevillemandy's Nikon D60 recap the day I arrived back to "DR" with a new pair of combat boots and fresh mindset on risk-taking thanks to my bffl, Karen Ashley Fabella. Thanksgiving = Nemo-and-Stitch-a-Palooza, in case you were unaware. As mild as I now perceive this outfit to be, I was initially instinctively cautious of its man-repelling potential...WWJT? (What Would JBiebs Think?) clearly topped my list of concerns.

Clutching onto Kara's NYLON for dear life, apparently.

I love this look because it totally lends itself to a rather significant throwback-- my double-denim obsession of second grade. Yes, with my Arizona Jeans Co. light-wash denim shirt and Kids 'R Us-belted New Legends skinny jeans and hiking boots, I believed full well that I was the shit. (Sidenote: Holy shit. All of these companies are now obsolete. Saauuuu '90's.) Thanks to Singer22 and other sources of encouragement, I'm proud to report the ensemble has been resurrected in a positive light. It goes without saying, however, that there will always exist those trailer park honeys who give double-denim a painfully bad name...but if I started writing now, I'd be the next character featured on thingsidoonaddy. And all I have to say in response is should I make it on that page, I have way better stories to offer than this.

Ilyk2pickleaves, a variation on one of the most epically amazing Facebook passwords of all time.


Denim button-down: H&M, $30
Grey v-neck: Forever 21, $9
Denim shorts: 7 For All Mankind, $168
Brown leather belt: Target, $13
Tights: Worthington, $4
Black combat boots: Baker's, $70
Sunglasses: Diesel, $120...but for me, gifted as a PGA, aka the upside to being an unpaid intern.

Cross-posted HERE.

Here's to you, fashion. Cheers.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011


Seriously, the more "enlightened" I become by the existence of revoltingly-preppy (read: boring, conservative, and risk-averse) Plain-Janes who claim they are these earth-shattering fashionistas, the more I want to continue harshly scrutinizing their so-limited creativity, shred anything I own that remotely reminds me of going to school in the South, and then invite their pastel-piqué-cotton-sporting selves to do the entire fashionsphere a favor by kindly jumping off a cliff (and taking their painfully-awful Vineyard Vines totes with them, while they're at it). Aggressive, violent, geedy? Yes. But to call these sentiments unwavering would be an egregious understatement, especially as a seasoned fourth-year undergraduate whose summer was spent socialite-ing around the world's greatest city and being exposed day-in and day-out to what fashion truly means. Attention all die-hard Jack Rogers and Vera Bradley fans aka logo-obsessed fools: I dare you to spend an afternoon in Chelsea. Yup. Enjoy being ripped to shreds by people with aesthetic standards that aren't shallow as a shower.

Here's an inspirational outfit that if attempted in Winston-Salem would undeniably warrant snide comments from just-left-the-kitchen slampieces and confused stares from frat daddies (all hail the mighty and magnificent Man Repeller).

Lace Tee
Kimchi Blue, $32

Venice Denim Shorts
Friend of Mine, $165

Leather Double Keeper Tipped Waist or Hip Belt
ASOS, $34

RSASKTH1 Polyester Solid Thigh-High Sock
American Apparel, $16

Bowmer Suede Wedge Heel
Aldo, $100

The Bike Bag
Madewell, $98

Also, on a completely unrelated note, I really fucking want the Lita's. Now.

Lita, Pewter Glitter
Jeffrey Campbell, $160

LOLZ how would people react if they saw me doing finance problems while I was sporting these, along with my brand-new white Studio Beats? Social experiment time.

Here's to you, fashion. Cheers.