(via this blog)
I'm a mess. I've been waking up so damn late, dashing off to school, and have been wearing my hair in its naturally wavy state. And I just got a wonderful haircut.
In the midst of prom dress sewing madness I took a break to watch Vicky Christina Barcelona, which might actually be my favorite Woody Allen.
When Penelope Cruz's character, Maria Elena, first graces the screen, wonderfully disheveled and woefully dispositioned, its love at first sight (at least in my mind).
She's got your classic Penelope elements, mussed hair, perfect eyeliner-semi-dramatic yet wearable-and, ahem, low cut tops:
Part of me just wants to get over myself and grow my hair out like hers. Go all hippie and shit. But alas, how does one accrue such volume? Maybe lots of naps (in my dreams).
When I'm able to tear my eyes away from Penelope's hat, all I can think about is how I want to sew up a shirt like Scarlett's. Oh man.
That hat. Absolute genius. I need one. I'll wear it to prom.
(via This Is Weeny)
In conclusion, her outfit here embodies exactly what I need to be going for. I'm constantly fighting with dressing the character that is me and trying to be comfortable in "normal" clothes.
This outfit is elegant in such an idiosyncratic way that it speaks to me.
Task at hand: track down pieces that speak to me but also indulge my need to experiment.
(via r9M's photostream)
(via a dead blog- it's mine now!)