McQueen Bee

  I had silently given up hope on Sarah Burton as I processed her collection last season, but this season I'm eating my own words. Her spring 2013 collection for Alexander McQueen is probably one of my favorite collections this season, maybe ever. The honeycomb motif blew my mind, and the colors paired with it were just an oxymoron. I love honey, don't get me wrong, but the collection was creepy. This collection was a manifestation of a phobia of bees. Creepy.
  Besides making me realize why my friends are so scared of bees, the colors are so distinctly English. I thought the colors embodied the English court around the time of the English Reformation - Henry VIII, Mary Tudor, Anne Boleyn. Burton was not too pretentious about giving it an English flair either. She did not make a collection around English rockstars or Cambridge scholars, but it was something distinctly new with references all over the place. The colors is one aspect that gave it that feel of a true English brand.
  The colors especially reminded me of the portraits of English royalty during the English Reformation - or at least, the people that slept with English royalty. 
Catherine of Aragon

Anne Boleyn

Mary I of England

Elizabeth I of England


A Cinderella Story

  When I first saw Jason Wu's Spring 2013 collection, my immediate thought was a punk rocker or a greaser marrying into the royal family. His collection was basically a wardrobe from a girl power Cinderella story movies, something like The Princess Diaries or A Cinderella Story or What A Girl Wants. He told a much more honest, more raw Cinderella story, one where Cinderella has to make her own dress!
  One part of fashion that's amazing is the ability to take the clothes and narrate a story from start to finish. Some of my best short stories are modeled alongside collections. Fashion can help you make a whole new world so you can live in complete delusion if you'd like. It's awesome.
  Those Jason Wu gowns are probably unimaginably expensive, and yet they look very honest, do-it-yourself Cinderella where I can take my ballet leotard, a belt, and some tulle. No matter what the feminists say, Cinderella seems like a great story to live. Fashion makes fantasy so delightfully real. If Jason Wu says you can be a punk rock Cinderella, than why not?
  What a great start to Fashion Week! It's like that time in What A Girl Wants when Daphne cuts up the dress her evil stepsister gave her!
  I'm a sucker for Amanda Bynes movies...


Eloise at the Plaza

  Style.com has confirmed, so it is official: 20 DAYS UNTIL FASHION WEEK! Excuse the combination of capital, italicized, and bold letters. You just don't understand my feels.
  I am pretty down whenever I think about the summer ending and sophomore year beginning, the year where the excuses you use are a freshman are worthy of a comic strip if you use them when you are a sophomore. Fashion's Night Out and Fashion Week always makes the first month of school more bearable. School is not completely bearable ever, but coming home from school and checking style.com for the latest shows and those cute little Fashion Week highlight videos is just so thrilling!
  I am also excited to see the street style going down because somehow the pitiful comparison between me and street style goddesses motivates me to dress even better and ~ *embrace my individuality*~ (to quote the books I've had to read for guidance class). I am very most excited to see the ensembles of Eleonora Carisi due to her magnificent curls I will never achieve, the wardrobe I will attempt to steal, and all-around perfection. Observe:

  Get my drift? She's what I call a morph between Jackie O and Cherry Valance and Eloise, or, to put it more simply, she's perfect. Notice the Miu Miu Spring 2010 clogs she's wearing in the last rad outfit. I will never get over that collection, I swear. And look at that fuzzy yellow Jackie O coat in the first outfit! 
  Pink has always been my favorite color, but I like pink especially now because I visited the Eloise store at The Plaza and got me some stickers for my locker this year featuring the best illustrations known to any form of literature, both children's books and math books (those graphs are pretty hard to beat, am I right?). Observe:
  Get my drift?
  I decided to do a real-life moodboard thing, kind of like the ones magazines do with bags and shoes. I happen to do mine with my Eloise at The Plaza book and my Crew Cuts jewelry that I want to get a little more excited about to wear to school this year.
  Also featuring my long-time friend and bunny, Marilyn.
  My zebra necklace is navigating through a maze of elevators and floors at The Plaza. Good times.
  In terms of ~*inspiration*~, I think children's books are top-notch. It motivates me to wear as much pink as I want, shamelessly, and color coordinate everything. To tell you the clean truth, I'd rather wear Eloise's outfit than one of those huge coats that go for $452,452,525,252,524,747 nowadays. I mean, seriously, who doesn't love that pink ribbon?
  I have tons of children's books still but let's focus on all the glory of Eloise because she's my favorite! Sorry, English roses.
  I guess this post is kind of a beginning of my mood for fall. I like how children's books are genuinely girly because everyone's into "creepy" girly stuff now and I'm not really into it. I have always been a genuine lover of pink, so I take offense.
  Ever notice how most of the mean girls in movies and books wear pink? I call it the "purple protagonist" complex. I wanna keep femininity in my feminism, okay?


Sweater Vests

  Just some adorable scans from the Paul McCartney II book that my dad took out from the library (thank you, dad!). They have all those awesome summer yellows and blues I'm into now (along with the green on the carousel!) and my favorite sweater vest of all time. Paul's sweater vest-wearing days date back to Magical Mystery Tour. His sweater vests are simply awesome. He's just so `~groundbreaking~` (like, t0talliiii)(this sentence has been a mini-rant of my loathing for the word "groundbreaking"). No, but seriously, only old men wore sweater vests before Paul McCartney. He opened the realm for my English teachers, Cambridge professors, and just awesome people, okay?
  I took some homemade screenshots of Magical Mystery Tour just so you can be as delighted as I am in Paul's sweater vests even though the pictures are kind of pixle-y. Sweater vests aside, however, Magical Mystery Tour is one of the most aesthetically pleasing movies you can watch. Here is the link to the full movie. Magical Mystery Tour was made as a TV film in 1967 and was a total failure, but it's one of those movies that suck but are still so nice to look at! Magical Mystery Tour was made with that genuine 1967 psychedelia which is one of my favorite things in the universe!
  While we're on the subject of sweater vests, I was asking myself why I love fashion these past couple days (this query has relevance to sweater vests, I swear!). I mean, its not going to save the world or create world peace or do something about relocating all those annoying people at school. People won't think you're any more intelligent for liking fashion. Quite on the contrary, most people would do a mental eye roll and think, "Oh, she likes fashion."
  Okay, I listed the cons. This morning, however, I had what I might call a revelation about why I love fashion. My favorite fashion bloggers would talk about how fashion is self-empowering and all that Girl Power stuff....which is great and awesome and I would totally cite that reason as one of my reasons!
  But my reason isn't a famous fashion blogger's reason. My reason is that fashion is one of the few true unifying forces in the world today. Nobody talks about it, but fashion truly, truly unifies people. See, in any other industry, sweater vests can be laughable. Some conservative politician can get absolutely slaughtered by the part of media that detests his beliefs, and him wearing sweater vests is just another excuse for the slaughtering and can result in quite a couple memes (poor Rick Santorum...). Lady Gaga has earned herself a plethora of parodies on YouTube that usually include ensembles of edible items and household products that poke fun at her actual ensembles.
  Fashion, however, welcomes everything. The CFDA awarded Lady Gaga the Fashion Icon Award (look who's laughing now, YouTube!). If someone notoriously wears sweater vests to fashion shows, it will immediately become their "signature piece." Fashion is so acceptant of almost anything. Fashion critics are there to criticize some things that fashion is acceptant of, but there are way more cool things that fashion has accepted in its history than negative things: the little black dress, miniskirts, and, more recently, armadillo shoes!
  Nobody really thinks or talks about how unifying fashion is because most people look down upon fashion as absurd. The designers and journalists of fashion don't care about the people on the outside because they've been accepted by fashion.
  The people on the outside look into fashion and wonder how the hell people in the industry could be so absurd, but the people looking in aren't as happy as the people inside.

Jungle Book

  I am not normally one that cares for resort or pre-fall collections, but Proenza Schouler can be the exception today. I'm kind of love thunderstorms now that August has come, and the humid, moss green atmosphere that comes with it. Listen to Vivaldi's "Summer" and you'll know what I'm talking about. Summmer is not a tea party on Vivaldi's terms, so kudos to Vivaldi for being unique. Proenza Schouler is awesome because nothing is really a tea party to them, it's all a massive thunderstorm. It hits you and its awesome.
  I'm glad I have a blog to share my feelings for thunderstorms because in real life, if you say thunderstorms are comforting or something, everyone's like, "Are you emo?"but on the Internet you sound profound and you could be the next Tolstoy and you can get away with that oh-so-cliche phrase, "I'm not like the other girls" that can be found on literally every Tumblr you come across that's owned by a teenage girl. Teenage girls, in reality, are more alike than you think: most of them are obsessed with something. It doesn't matter if you're obsessed with Kurt Cobain or Justin Bieber, you are obsessed. It's not a bad thing, frankly, so what's wrong with being like the other girls? Why are you condemning your own sex? More importantly, why am I asking so many questions? 
  I think I'm reading too much.


Summer Haze Scrapbook

  Mid-summer feels like the end of summer, so I wanted to make a scrapbook-thing of what I'm dreaming about this summer. I'm really into red and white lace now, as in wearing it and seeing it. I also wanted to make this scrapbook-thing a groupie/70s rock mini-appreciation. Hence the Almost Famous screenshots (in warm colors, including red). I love movies (and I'm idealistic) so I had to pick a visually pleasing movie to portray my love for the rockstar lifestyle, which has to be Almost Famous. I have started to look past the overrated sunsets and have come to appreciate sunsets in their red-to-organge-to-pink loveliness. I guess all this dreaming about touring with a band comes from those long car rides to beaches this summer. Summer car rides are great because you're never going to school.
  I decided to be creatively productive again by making another paper doll, too, that fits into the whole summer of '75 on-the-road feel. 
  I know coats and heavy sweaters don't scream summer, but they fit into the on the road vibe. Don't pretend they're not fun to look at, too.


The Nancy Drew Files

  So at first glance of the Chanel Fall 2012, everyone was all, "FUTURISTIC! Eighties! Geometric shapes! Metallic!" but all I could think about is the awesome colors that was kind of a morph between the moss green of Nancy Drew's skirts and the red of Ringo Starr's raincoat during the rooftop concert of 1969. Chanel isn't the label that you look to for those nostalgic warm colors or colors in general. So seeing moss green, maroon, and mustard yellow was a visual delight! Not to mention the awesome deep purple sweaters draped over the shoulders in mystery-solving, awesome way! 

  See what I'm getting it? The dark colors also give off the vibe of pictures from 1968. The psychedelia is winding down so it doesn't have that technicolor effect of 1966 and such. It's the disintegrated, dark part that leads to the 70s. The colors from Chanel particularly remind me of the Let It Be sessions or Mad Day Out.

  I used to have something against the 70s because it didn't have the same pretty-color-psychedelia vibe of the 60s and the Beatles had broken up (weep). 


London Calling

  England is my greatest place on Earth because it has everything aesthetically that I aspire for. England has that really old Middle Ages royalty vibe from churches in Cambridge, but they have that whole psychedelic culture from places like Carnaby Street. What's awesome is having the rockstar-Mick-Jagger aesthetic paired with the preppy-royalty aesthetic. England has both.
  England manages to stay so colorful even though it rains most of the year.

Before I Was Born

  For some reason all the quality artists have some beef against my birthday. I was born in 1997, and for some strange reason, I can only really love movies from before 1990. I can only really adore musicians from before 1980. One of the reasons I like fashion is that I have the opportunity to wear (or at least dream about) clothes that remind me of my favorite things of the past but were made in the present. Fashion is a wonderful thing now. Its one of the only things I really love now.
  Two things on my mind today: Old Hollywood and Rodarte. One of the aspects that made me so hyped to see Rodarte featured in upcoming September issues is the cinematic, Old Hollywood feel in the shapes and textures. What's clever about it is that they use colors you don't normally associate to achieve the Old Hollywood Affect: a sad blue, a burnt orange, a rustic brown. One of the aspects that draws me towards Rodarte is the ability to pair the most unlikely colors. It happens to be an "Aha!" moment for me when I watch the show.

  So the suits are kind of Casablanca to me, in terms of shoulder structure, skirt length, and the curly hair of Ingrid Bergman. And, funny enough, Casablanca happens to be my favorite movie!

I could kiss him. But anyway, onto my other favorite movie, Bringing Up Baby. The curved shoulders and the frilly details of the dresses are a bit like the Rodarte ones. 

Hollywood sucks now.


Return of the Rockstar

  I have deduced that either: A) My classic rock obsession has gone too far OR B) Miuccia Prada and I think alike. I assume that B is probably impossible considering that I am a mere mortal (while Miuccia Prada is not).
  I have grown quite fond of both the Prada and the Miu Miu collections namely for their bright pant suits with those patterns that you thought only existed on your math teacher's fractal posters. At first I had the impression of math textbooks that were made way before you were ever born (I particularly found pleasure in seeing who owned it before me!):

  The prints have the quality of those colors from the Prada collection, the mustard yellows and burnt orange. At the same time, the constant patterns seem geometrical. A cool idea that Prada seems to be poking at is the idea of fusing traditional silhouettes (synched waists) with technical, mathematical prints that are futuristic. While looking at the past, Prada still looks to the future.
    My rockstar obsession, however, kicked in and I couldn't help but think of a band's psychedelic phase, especially The Beatles:

  The colors especially apply for Miu Miu, namely the dense red. Note their reference to the scarf/tie hybrid of Pink Floyd.
  So, think of it this way: Prada is the well-to-do chemistry teacher while Miu Miu is the little sister who ran away to become a groupie.