rill rill

posted my first lookbook look today. currently waiting for first hype I MEAN BEING SO COOL AND NOT GIVING A SHIT ABOUT ANYTHING.

Here are the outtakes:

if i fail at lookbook i will blame it on my weight and not at all on my obviously excellent sense of style. i wore this shit to the ratatat concert the other night and drunk hipsters in the bathroom complemented me, which is basically the same as getting validation from the internet.  

in serious fashion talk though, those black Forever21 wedges that cost me 30$ are probably the best value for money i've gotten in a long time. you can't even buy ice cream for 30$ anymore. i need 24k gold flakes on that shit.

bitches love my new haircut

So the trend in hair these days seems to be natural, straightish and very long.

Well fuck that. Thick bangs will still be around for awhile, probably. and maybe i just wanted to have a little fun. 

one more year of school before i have to grow up fo reals.

hairs by Kat at Glam 

good morning pt. 3 [it's only 2pm shut up]

this is the end of the pictures i took in july so wow maybe i should take some more. maybe wearing an outfit. maybe wearing a bra.


oh anyways this is a pretty good estimate of what i look like when i wake up for reals except in real life, i look more upset, and my face is puffy.

bed is my favourite and i never want to leave. if i could sleep until 2pm and go to bed at 3am  that would be ideal.

also: despite her talk, i bet lady gaga looks something like this in the morning. (okayi'llshutupaboutladygaga)

goodmorning pt. 2 [juice for my hangover]

I know my last post was kinda vague.

Recently I was inspired by my pyjamas. I woke up, with a minor hangover, and nothing much to do (okay it was the day of the world cup final so everyone was busy except me) and was just in love with the way i looked. Tits sagging underneath my shirt, hair-do from the night before falling out, makeup smeared just a bit ( what can I say, I buy MAC and it even looks great in the morning). There's not a hell of a lot of pretence to your 'look' when you wake up in the morning.

Anyways, here is my pyjama regimen: whatever shirt I was wearing that day, take off bra, put on sweatshorts (because it's summer). These are the clothes that I live in. Faded tank tops and comfy shorts. These are the clothes that I make breakfast in, and during school, the clothes that I write essays in. They are often the clothes I take off before I fuck. I've even been known to change into pyjamas around midnight when we have friends over (i'm usually drunk and fed up with the constriction of regular clothes). Everyone else is wearing jeans, and I sneak into the bedroom to take off my underwear and throw on my cozy pink leopard print pj pants from Zellers. 

I have more gorgeous shoes than any human needs, and sure I wear them when I can, along with pencil skirts, vintage inspired dresses, or even neon hoodies and sneakers. But I have a shit-ton of good times in my sleep wear. 4am trips to McDonalds with Rehab. Late nights watching The Wire or Buffy with Brent <3. 

Also sometimes grocery shopping.  I've never understood the general consensus from fashion-types that one's pjs or sweatpants belong at home and are disgraceful when worn in public. I can very easily throw on a dress and heels and run to the convenience store, only to change back into my pj's when I get home. But I'd rather strangers knew I was confident enough in myself to grab some Pepsi Max in my pjs. 

I guess what I'm trying to say is that the biggest dichotomy in my fashion 'persona' is between comfort and class. It's not a particularly rare struggle-- if you're going out for the day wearing a nice outfit, the biggest question is usually 'BUT DO I WEAR THE NICE SHOES OR THE COMFY SHOES ZOMG'. But I try to not do much in the mediorcre middle. It's Zellers pjs, or Jeffrey Campbell wedges. 

There's a lot of truth in the clothes that you sleep in. Don't be afraid to show that off.

goodmorning pt. 1 [yesterday's makeup]

wake up in the morning feeling like p. diddy

got my glasses i'm out the door i'm gonna hit the city

book fashion

as you may or may not know, gentle internet, i am currently completing a master's degree in information. wtf is that? you are mostly likely asking yourself. that sounds boring and i came to this blog to be entertained by a lot of pictures and colourful things! you are supposed to be blogging about fashion or something so shut up! pictures! links which lead me to items i can purchase! 

NO! LISTEN TO MY BOOK FASHION! LISTEN WITH YOUR EYES!

*two shelves of black-spined books not shown because i was using the wrong lens and couldn't get a wide enough shot*

So one night, I decided to (get drunk and) organize my bookshelf by colour. During my studies I learned about all kinds of complicated multi-faceted organizational schemes with which one best organizes shit. but see the whole point of organizing something, is so that you can find it again, preferably easily. when you're organizing a billion books then yeah you need some kind of organizational scheme that makes it easy to identify one book from the next. and most people, with their personal collections either don't organize at all, or they alphabetize. 


what's kinda neat is that brent and i may not know the author of a book (especially rando non-fiction, or the editor of a collection of fiction) but we definitely know what colour the spine is. and while i pretty much just did it because i was bored and thought it would look cool, it's actually pretty useful. who knew pretty could be useful?

hi, park!

today, me 'n brent 'n danielle went to high park to see the cherry blossom trees. if anyone out there on the internet is snickering at the name 'high park', i am from a town with a 'cooch park' (short for Couchiching) so you should probably snicker at that instead.  we were basically a week or two late for the cherry blossoms but one tree was still blooming and the park was generally lovely and full of naturosity and old people walking slowly and seriously.

i also did something that serious bloggers tend to do which is wear good clothes out in public. i even forced brent to take a couple pictures of me in these good clothes so that i could prove this to you all.

so here's me and danielle (who is hiding) relaxing casually on a bench. i am  trying to have good posture and failing. 

is that the side my heart is on? that's what i was going for. although dr. spaceman told me that we have no way of knowing where the heart is. he's an excellent physician, and a pretty good dentist.

apparently, my purse is trying to escape.

my dress, shoes, and purse are all from modcloth. my tights are from urban outfitters.