Hardcore Girls

I love M.I.A., and her girl Rye Rye is every bit as fly as my girl Maya.



My friend and I like to joke about how M.I.A. is my alter ego- and a great alter ego she is! Enjoy!

The Fire

A few more from the fire! 
I love the fuzzy, glowing light the fire gave to these photos.

Panoramas

Some panoramas from my friend Yelena's fire awhile back.

Summer Reading: Lolita

(Via Covering Lolita)

   At the beginning of the summer I started reading Lolita and began a trend. A trend of reading books I found difficult and tedious to read, but loved after I finished them. (Don't let that stop you- it was an enrapturing read, it's merely Nabokov's narrator's style and the third quarter of the book is slow- which is necessary to the plot.)  

   First off, Lolita was MORE than I had expected it would be. After its American publication in 1958, it remains a masterpiece. The writing is flawless, the story, incomparable. Not to mention the fact that it's written in Nabokov's second language, his first being Russian.

   We all pretty much know what Lolita is about. Humbert Humbert, our narrator, writes his story in the first person, referring to his audience as his "jury" in a hopeful attempt to set his story straight and atone for his sins. Humbert, a pedophile, falls for Dolores Haze--or as Humbert and the world lovingly refer to her, Lolita--the daughter of Charlotte Haze while living at their boarding house. The rest of the story follows Humbert and Lolita's relationship and travels throughout America.

   The best part of the novel, in my opinion, includes Nabokov's impeccable description of the American landscape during Humbert and Lolita's road trip across the country. Also, Nabokov's protagonist-as-villain set up is perfect. Creating an engrossing (and repulsing) read, truly a novel that cannot be put down.

Rating: five stars.

In five or less words: People love controversy.

Should you read it?: In the words of Coke Talk, "Duh."

P.S.: The films are totally worth the watch too, after all, they did spark the fashion trend.

I'm Back!

   In the wake of an all-nighter spent cleaning my office and preparing for a two day trip to Virgina I decided to act on my urge to start this thing back up again and keep it going.

   I write this as I struggle to stay awake, knowing that in the event that I fall asleep, I'll become a raging monster fighting tooth and nail for sleep.

   So, I plan on taking a nap in the car, and (fingers crossed) having someone in the car wake me up by yelling something like, "FIRE!" or, "THE ALIENS HAVE LANDED AND ARE ABOUT TO BEGIN THEIR DESTRUCTION OF THE EARTH!", or (most favorably) "OH MY GOD. ALEX TURNER AND KID CUDI ARE MAKING OUT ON THE MEDIAN WHILE PLAYING A DUET."

   You know, to get the adrenaline pumping.

   See you (God willing) later with posts on music, summer reading, and the things I've been sewing, knitting, and reading this summer.

Because This Is My Sense of Humor & I Don't Care How You React

Garfunkel and Oates

I can't even begin to tell you how genius I think this is. 

I'm going to prom this weekend. To, you know, THE promenade.

My dress is a mess. 

   Back to the genius! Arrested Development and Snooki allusions, Sarah Silverman, spray tans in the bathroom, and I Don't Understand Job is something me and I friends would do.

Girls, go grab your keyboards and say what you want. It's time you did.

About Time I Got A Style Icon: Penelope Cruz as Maria Elena in Vicky Christina Barcelona

(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:

(via Blindie)

   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).

(via fatlace)

   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.

(via Zimbio)

   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 Zimbio)

(via a dead blog- it's mine now!)