Season of the Blazer

It's that time of year again, everyone. Time to dust off your trusty blazers, because that slight chill in the air isn't going to warm itself. Oh, and scarves, don't forget the scarves (though die-hard hipsters would probably argue that scarves are a year-long thing).

The other female in these set of photos that is clearly not to be confused with me is my dear friend Kirsten. She's ridiculous, derpy, cool, crazy and weird. Once, she jammed to "Party in the USA" and I told her that all her street cred was lost. Then she got it back by not caring about street cred. Boss.

Did I mention derpy? I consider it an important, endearing quality to have.

Top- Nasty Gal  ::  Shorts- Thailand  ::  Shoes- Dolce Vita for Target  ::  Blazer- stolen from Mom, stolen from Ralph Lauren


Time to get back to my stressfully and delightfully busy weekend!

Kings and Queens have to wait

Dear Whomever It May Concern, 


Charlene hasn't been able to blog because her body has been barraged with various illnesses. It started off with body aches and a sore throat. I was like, OK, I can deal with this. I'm a doctor. Then she came in with a runny nose that wouldn't stop running. I tried using that "is your nose running?" joke on her, but I don't think she appreciated it. She tried to stab me with a thermometer; it didn't go well. 


Now she just won't stop coughing. It's really gross. I was all, "hey I get that you're in the doctor's office, but you don't have to cough all over the place. Show some respect, damn." 


Then she tried to stab me again, this time with a tongue depressor. Let's just say that I'm writing with my other hand now. 


Anyway, Charlene is recuperating nicely with the heavy dosage of drawing and 90s bubblegum pop I've prescribed her. So she'll be fine. And I've since taken away all sharp objects from her. 


Totally from her real doctor,  

Dr. Pepper

Fun fact: I've been listening to a playlist called "FUCK YEAH 90s" nonstop now. It basically contains songs that may not necessarily be from the 90s, but are all from my childhood. Aw man.

This is pretty much my drawing process; start on something, feel stuck, start doodling nonsense things in the sidelines.

But wait! There's more!

Alleyways and pay phone calls

V-neck- Pitaya ::  Tee- H&M  ::  Shorts- from Pink!  ::  Shoes- Dolce Vita for Target  ::  Looking this baller- Your mum

As mentioned in the last post, a certain alleyway was home to the photo shoot du jour during our adventure in Indy. And unfortunately that's pretty much all the coherent words I can conjure up to describe this post and my head has run out of ideas faster than RPatz climbs trees (the only reason I refer to that walking pop culture tidbit on this blog is because I just saw Water for Elephants which wasn't the worst movie but OK this sentence is already a paragraph I'll stop right). 


I feel like this whenever I'm given the occasional duty to create a short headline for a story running in the paper. I'm slightly flustered and don't say the right/write thing. Instead of writing a proper/boring headline like "Columnist urges students to study abroad," I'm always tempted to write "STUDYING ABROAD IS FUCKING AWESOME." Because that'll totally grab your attention, right? 


My copy editor friends are sticklers about that and don't find it as humorous as I do. You know who you are, in the comment section. I see you. 

It's always summertime here in my mind

This past Monday, my friends and I celebrated a birthday (and the beginning of summer vacation in general) by gallivanting around Indy. 

Oh wait, did I say... summer vacation? Hell to the bleepin' yes I did. The weather seems to have gotten word of it, too. Literally as I type this, my legs are stuck together like Velcro, thanks to the humidity that seems to have blossomed overnight. But I'm digressing.

As I've so briefly started earlier, Monday was set aside for a whole day's worth of adventuretime with good friends. We laughed, we walked around in circles, we vintage shopped, we shopped in general, we ate copious amounts of food... and I fell in love. Yes, I can't stop thinking about the (to steal a term coined by my friend) deliciously quaint subdivision of the city we hung out in. The setting was perfect, really. There it was in all its artsy-fartsy-downtown-college-student-area glory, and I had no chance. Little eateries/cafés and shaded neighborhoods? Ugh, I'm so there.

Meet Hotaru Lola somethingoranotherIhavetofigureoutherfullandfinalname. Pink gave her to me and this little buddy traveled with me wherever I went. Think of her like the gnome from Amélie and/or Travelocity commercials, only much smaller and cuter. You'll be seeing much of her in this post.

I ended up buying one of these au natural soaps at the local health food store because its scent reminded me of Thailand. Nostalgia, thy name is me.

Directing Traffic

Shirt- Mossino ::  Scarf- Urban Outfitters  ::  Shorts- Thailand  ::  Belt- secondhand  ::  Tights- We Love Colors  ::  Wedges- Bandolino via TJMaxx  ::  Coat- Gap  ::  Color blindness not included

WHAM. 
Hear that? That was... not the sound of the death of Osama bin Laden, unlike what amazingly happened with this man who inadvertently tweeted the historic incident. 


No, that sound was actually supposed to be the sound of color slapping you in the face. It's almost laughable how drastically different this outfit is in comparison to the one featured before it. Well, not that laughable, but at least it'll coerce a little chortle, no? You know, even though this is a relatively well-lit-happy-sunshine-look-at-me-guyz post like any other, I'd feel out of place not talking about it. I find it odd that while social media has revolutionized how we receive our breaking news, there are different compartments as to how they're distributed. 


Where were you when you first heard that Osama bin Laden was dead?

A clean slate

There are two things lovely about this photo: My friend and the fact that this picture was taken right before she said "... boobs."

This is probably why she said that word. Because she's mature.

Today it rained. Thankfully by the time I went out, it had stopped and all that was left over was the heady scent of earth after rain. I wish I could take that smell and trap it into a little green bottle for keepsake and usage. In my downtime after class, I was entranced like a child at how marvelously green the campus was; it made me appreciate the rain (coincidentally I loved it when it wasn't drizzling on me). Spring just gained a point towards being my favorite season at the moment.

Indulge that sweet tooth, dear

Imagine a sunny and unbelievably warm Saturday afternoon. Imagine the one thing that'll make it better.


That's right. HOMEMADE CUPCAKES. 


Brandi, I officially made the cupcakes and I officially apologize for how delayed this baking experience has been. In the end, it was totally worth it. 

Please tell me that I'm not the only one who thought of Ms. Frizzle and the Magic School Bus when I saw this....

But did they turn out well?! Dun dun dunnnnn...

Back to your regularly scheduled programming

Miss me?

Polo+Sweater+Flats- I think they're all Mom'd, oh geez  ::  Shorts- Thailand  ::  Socks- Urban Outfitters

Noticed anything different about me? Perhaps in the hair follicle area?

You mean you didn't miss me? I think I need to quote my friend Cee-Lo Green and say... fffff-f-

Yea or Nay?

I act like this is an everyday occurrence. I wish.

This past weekend I went to a Rocky Horror showing at the last minute (inappropriately simulated acts galore!). Of course, I had to break out the blue eyebrows (again, as you can see here). At the suggestion of my friend Sue, I'm randomly sharing this on my blog. I'm not exactly sure if she was being serious, but hey... why not?


I personally had a lot of fun with them. It's easy, unexpected and non-permanent. And I figured that the one place where they'd be accepted is at RHPS, which is also easy (in the sleazy sense), unexpected and (hopefully) non-permanent. The best reaction I got was when I was in the elevator with my friends and one of them turned to me and asked...

Kira: (stops and stares) Are your eyebrows... shaded blue?
Me: (deadpan) ... Oh. Yeah.

True story.

*>___<*

And now for your ADD-addled-five-second entertainment...

Shirt- H&M  ::  Skirt- Forever21  ::  Jacket- Gap  ::  Tights- Target  :: Shoes- Jeffrey Campbell  ::  Scarf- garage sale


Oh wait, what? What happened? What? Cheese? Huh?

Juuuust kidding.

My Favorite Creeper

Dress- Beacon's Closet @ Williamsburg  ::  Cardigan- FROM PINK TO REPLACE RED B. CARDIGAN  ::  Tights- We Love Colors  ::  Boots- Rebel via TJMaxx  ::  Headband- Modcloth freebie whee

I really have nothing else I can say (eh eh), because it's the weekend and I should either be:
a) going out and having a cuh-razy-ass time, or
b) staying in and diligently working my ass off
instead I am:
c) doing all of the above 
when really I am:
d) schlutzing around.


Instead, I'll tell that random story I mentioned in the last post concerning thigh high socks:

Can ya dig it?

Today didn't start out so hot for me. Dare I say, I was downright getting curmudgeonly and grumpy because of sleep deprivation, but then the day peaked sometime in the afternoon when the sun decided to be delightful and the lighting in these photos decided to not suck. 


I also was wearing this new vest I've acquired and wanted to wear with a vaguely 70s-inspired vibe in mind. Can you tell? Perhaps the beret was a bit much. To be honest, I was only wearing it because of bedhead. 


But really, not much to say. I need to buckle down and do work that I don't completely understand (isn't that spectacularly frustrating?) and worry about worrying about the smaller, internal things (my homework, my little life, etc.) and then worrying about not worrying about the bigger things (what's going on in certain parts of the world). Are we as humans too self-internalized and inherently selfish? Or should I just worry about figuring out what the hell "coding" is? Did I just answer my question? 


I think I need a shower.

early spring come, early spring gone.

Flowy top- vintage shop in Bronx  ::  Open knit top- Charlotte Russe  ::  Corduroys- Gap  ::  Boots- Rebel via TJMaxx

Today was probably one of the last few days when the weather was charming enough to wear just a light coat. It was mad windy outside too, but I actually didn't mind. In fact, I'd like to think of it as Mother Nature's wind machine. Thanks, you were a real pal to today's little photo session.


I was telling Pink today that Punxsutawney Phil (I totally had to google that shiz to get the spelling correct) probably got it right with his prediction: spring did come early, but also didn't stay for too long, either. Damn you, you little overgrown rodent. You tricked us with your cutesy wiles and promises of early warm weather.  


Is it also weird that I feel so disconnected from NYFW that I see exploding up my blogroll more than boys blowing up Ke$ha's phone? I've definitely loved perusing the behind-the-scenes and reviews of the latest and greatest of what's on the runway, but I haven't been poring over them. It's almost like I care about how I don't care enough. To be fair, it probably isn't that off base that I'm off base about this. I love fashion, but it isn't my life. Plus, being several thousand miles away might have that effect on me, too. What say you, fellow fashion enthusiasts?

Wino

Shirt- H&M  ::  Jacket- Korea  ::  Belt- Thailand  ::  Skirt- Modcloth  ::  Tights- Target  ::  Flats- Gap

Even though it's nearly a month after the day, here's the whole obligatory "hey look at how capitalism allowed me to buy something for myself as a birthday treat" post. Yes, I'm shameful, it's terrible on many levels. But in my defense: 
a) I rarely, if ever, buy something nice from Modcloth. I guess you can say it's the second anniversary in the tradition of treating myself to a Modcloth item for my birthday. 
b) It was really pretty and shiny.


Let's take a step into my ramshackle time machine made out of boxes and wood glue, shall we?

Ain't She Sweet

Top- Goodwill'd?  ::  Furry jacket- gift  ::  Skirt- Urban Outfitters (Sparkle and Fade)  ::  Ribbon- magic?  ::  Belt+Flats- Thailand  ::  Lipstick- Revlon #435 "Love That Pink" 

Quote Pink: "Are you trying to be kawaii or something?"