30.1.13

stripey




Am I Alexa Chung yet? Fun Fact: These photos were taken during Hurricane Sandy. I unfortunately proceeded to forget they existed until this point in time, they're still relevant though! You will notice however that they are pre-nose-piercing. Ponder. 

ps-ignoring dark under-eye circles is mandatory 


pps-I saw The xx at the Hammerstein ballroom in NYC this past Friday (1/25) and took about a bajillion photos since I was incredibly close to the stage. I'll post them if you're interested...ya just gotta ask.

25.1.13

On Taking Sartorial Responsibility

Looking through old photos, most of us have gone through the trauma of "What the heck was I wearing?" or "EW I can't believe I wore that." Yes, I'm trying to make these comments sound as superficial and ridiculous as possible, because when you boil it down, all this is a mere lack of responsibility. A lack of Sartorial Responsibility. Wardrobe-related regrets plague all of us sometimes but upon reflecting, why do we let them? At the time of the deed it was what you liked, what you felt good in, perhaps it was a flash trend, perhaps not. Bottom line is, why deny what you once enjoyed? What I wear mirrors who I am, for the fashion conscious, dressing is another means of self expression, so by denying what you once liked you are essentially rejecting who you were in the moment you made that choice, rebuffing how you felt or what you liked that day or night. In my (humble) opinion, denying your past or present self is a giant no-no. Be who you are blah blah blah...even the cheesiest of cliches agrees!



This leads me to why I despise classicism in fashion (for now at least, this could change). It's boring. It's "playing it safe". Sure your outfit will look good now, your outfit will look good a decade from now, your outfit will still look good two decades from now. But is that what you really want? Embracing yearly, or even seasonal trends serves as a testament to the quick pace of the fashion world. Our lovely sneakered couture-week attender above is most likely not concerned with looking classic. Sneakers are in this season and next, but what about the season after that? Looking back on this in 20 years, she may laugh or she may still be in love with the ensemble. Either way, at least she's being adventurous, appreciating the creativity and individuality that the designers work so hard to produce.  

Take responsibility people. 


Sartorial Responsibility.



p.s.- I hope this post was coherent enough to follow!


photo from style.com//if you want to use or quote my content, you may, just give homegirl some credit, writing and thinking takes time!

18.1.13

nose antics






ph/me

I'm not positive if I've mentioned my newly acquired nose piercing on this here blog yet, but yes, I have a hole in my nose now. I love every second of it. It wasn't necessarily a rebellious move, my parents were well aware of my desire and said execution of that desire, however, it still felt rebellious. Not rebellious in terms of doing something wrong, because I never do things wrong, but it was something that I did for myself to further carve out who I am. 

Though when we are born, we are literally born as blobs (almost wrote "blogs" instead of "blobs" this is embarrassing), but I like to see it as figurative as well. Think "spiritual blob" in the least spiritual sense possible. I feel like throughout our lives, as we grow up, everything is about whittling down that blob until you are the most "you" version of, well, you. 

Of course, refining yourself as a being is hard, they don't make a million books and movies with the theme "finding oneself" for nothing. Yet on the outside, defining yourself with little things, a piercing, a haircut, rolling up your sleeves, leaving your boots unbuckled, which angle you wear a hat at, how you carry your bag, I could go on... But the point is, baby steps guys. Little things lead to bigger things and I'll leave it at that. 

12.1.13

surprising










I'm always pleasantly surprised at the photo quality I can get off of iphone pictures. Thanks in part to my instagram addiction, I've figured out all sorts of tricks to make a snapshot come out well if I don't have my "real" camera with me. I forget who said it, but I read a quote once that went something like "The best camera is the one you have with you." There's a lot of truth in that I think! The best pictures are almost always unplanned. Anyways, you should follow my instagram for a good time/frequent updates. My handle is @hsmurphs. Shaka! 

10.1.13

RIGHT NOW

Sorry for the bad quality mirror selfie ridiculousness that is this post, but I had to share today's outfit with you somehow. The reason is because upon reflection it bore an uncanny resemblance to a retired NBA star drag queen going for a job interview. I don't even mean that superfluously. Anyways, there are t-minus 11 days until midterms week so my brain is honestly in sleep-deprivation, hardly coherent of thoughts never mind sentences mode, so forgive me. Mostly I've been living in a state of school, homework, small amounts of sleep, and copious amounts of Grimes and The xx to get me through it all. Anyways that's the scoop, and here is a good listen in case you are in need...


Enjoy, mothatruckas. 

6.1.13

w e e k e n d
























I thought I published this post when I really didn't, so even though it's not exactly the weekend anymore (sunday night is the worst period of the week) here you go. Inspiration all for you. 

ph/tumblr


2.1.13

testing























i'm having some photo uploading issues at the moment so instead i took pictures OF the pictures on my camera using my trusty iphone. these are just some test shots from fooling around with the settings on my camera, and also debuting my new fake leather jacket. never have I felt so capable of doing anything. people who say clothing is merely frivolous are liars because there is nothing frivolous about putting on a jacket and feeling like you could take on 50 vikings in an arm wrestling match. anyways, i kind of like how these pictures came out all faded with the border and everything. it almost looks like it was taken on a throwaway camera or something. okay, back to AP European History homework. peace out mo'frickas.

ps - just a heads up that midterms are in 2 weeks (already having panic attacks by the way) and you know that testing = busy = less time for blogging = you guys get mad at me. apologies in advance. 

pps - had a dream that i was god cara delevingne last night and was very displeased to wake up and find out that i wasn't. that chick i tell you. style and substance and style.