I'm trying to overcome my pessimistic nature and tell myself that yes, it's getting cold out and that sucks, but that means it's almost time to bust the fur out!
This coat is a beast...literally. And vintage, of course. I'm only OK with real fur if it died before I was born. The first time I wore it out, some girl made a comment to the effect of "How many animals were killed for that coat?" To which I notoriously replied, "IT'S VINTAGE, BITCH!"
Snap, snap!
(I was platinum blonde for five years, but it's so weird to see pictures of it now!)
Can you tell that I'm bored here? I work all damn day and then usually can't do much in the evenings so I just take pictures of my clothing. Or lack thereof.
I will freely admit it- I don't always like to wear a lot of clothing. In fact, in some circles, my attire might even be considered skanky. Bodycon, hotpants, underwear as outwear...I'm into it. The problem (if you want to call it that) lies in the disconnect between the rest of the world's "reality" and mine. My mindscape resembles a pop-art, sequin encrusted, cartoon version of some kind of Ellen Von Unwerth retro rock n roll banjeebaby heaven. And I dress for that. Not Pittsburgh, PA. I don't always realize that I do it, and then I get mistaken for a hooker while walking through Lawrenceville.
I also tend to think that I can get away with a lot of shit (I am probably wrong, but whatevs) because I'm naturally fairly thin and totally flat-chested. Loose, low cut tops and no bra have been a staple for years. Ribs and nips, FTW!!! Elvira Hancock is mah muse.
But I have tried to start dressing more like a grownup, recently. After all, in a couple months I'll officially be closer to 30 than 20. I've noticed it taking hold a little bit. Buuuuut part of me thinks as long as I still look like I'm 16, why not work the Lolita look? Outfit deets: H&M jacket, top, and shoes. No idea where the shorts are from; they're ancient jeans that I cut off. Thrift store purse ($2!) , necklace, and earrings. Socks from Gabes. Ring from Forever Whatever.
I was supposed to go see Sleigh Bells tonight but I changed my mind, as I have to work sort of early. I swear I wasn't just dressing up like this in my hotel room for no reason. I SWEAR!
Tonight I worked the press party for the new H&M opening in Columbus, Ohio. I was required to wear a dressy outfit that was as much H&M as possible. I didn't know I'd be doing this when I came out here, so I made due with what I had, and it actually came out surprisingly well: Everything's H&M but the earrings! Chyeeaaah brand representative deluxe! It's pretty sad how regularly I realize I am wearing almost entirely H&M, but that's what happens when you work there!
Terrible pictures, again! Whatevs, who doesn't love a good Photo Booth photoshoot? Actually, I hate it because it's hard to squish your entire body in there.
Mood music:
I was carried to Ohio on a swarm of bees. I'll never marry. But Ohio don't remember me. I still owe money to the money to the money I owe. I never thought about love when I thought about home. I still owe money to the money to the money I owe. The floors are falling out from everybody I know. I'm on a blood buzz. Yes I am. (Hot dudes with beards are always a plus)
PS. Speaking of buzzes, I drank for the first time in a long time the other night and was so hungover the next day that I wore sweatpants in public!
Since I went from being the Dutchess of Day-Glo to a nudist, I decided I wanted a camel coat for this fall/winter. I wanted my future camel coat to be little drapey and avant garde (duh). I mean, obviously I love that shit and I also feel like camel coats can look a bit to preppy otherwise. Nothing good was turning up anywhere I looked, so I turned to ebay. Despite what one might think based on my previous posts, I'm not all that big on ebay "vintage stores." The prices get insanely out of hand. $300 for that dress? Bitch pleeeeeeeease! I know you got that at Goodwill for $4.99! I definitely appreciate the fact that they are eliminating the tedious process of searching through endless racks of corny t-shirts, Talbots sweaters and mom jeans to find the real gems, but it still gets a bit absurd. Anyway, I digress. I ended up stumbling across these two coats from the same seller. Neither are really "camel" but they're both INCREDIBLY awesome, and I'm not sure which would be a better choice for me: SO DREAMY.
ALSO DREAMY:
Which do I choose??? Or maybe I need them BOTH???
Now I shall return to to my Scissor Sisters/Kelis/cabernet drinking one person hotel dance party because I am the gayest man ever to be born with a vagina.
You know, baby as I was taking my pantyhose out of their egg this evening, I thought: I'm gonna find that man who has the right shade of bottle tan, a man that smells like cocoabutter and cassssshhhh.
I've been on a roll with the vintage finds lately. Here's the most recent: Yeeeeehaw! I'm not sure why it looks like I have a fupa here. I assure you, I don't....really.
Mood music:
Two of my favorite songs (and ladies) right there. I MUST make it to Dollywood sometime soon!
I love it when old people lament the days when people dressed up to travel. It's such a quaint notion, such a hilarious contrast to the current consensus on appropriate travel attire- which is apparently PJs and Uggs. Ugh. Though I am the last person to support slobbery, I do find it pretty necessary to be comfortable while traveling. But it can be done cutely! My attempt: H&M faux silk oversized top (which my friend Matt told me looked like I "stole it from Blanche Devereaux's lingerie drawer" HA!) / H&M striped sweater leggings / socks from Gabes / Forever 21 earrings ($1.50...haaay!)
I like how 2 out of the 3 outfits I've posted thusfar have been slob days. Haha. I also believe I said something about better quality pictures. Obviously I lied.
