Playing the pity card

So sorry blog readers for not notifying you ahead of time, but you can attribute the lack of posting recently to the major jaw surgery I just had. Alas, I am getting better and will be posting regularly very, very soon. So sorry, but this time I am playing the pity card!

They wander the world spreading their bread crumbs

I know, I know, Vogue overdoes the fairy-tale editorial, yet I fall for it everytime. This one, Hansel and Gretel in honor of the Metropolitan Opera's rendition of the Anderson tale, especially excites me because of the inclusion of Lady Gaga. So far no one has truly bridged the gap between art, fashion, and music and LG just might do it. Stay tuned. In the mean time, enjoy another fabulous Leibovitz shoot.

Hail to the king and queen

American royal portraits taken by Annie Leibovitz or Mario Testino...

I have been nursing the idea of American royalty for quite some time now. In all honesty, I think it's quite brilliant. Look at Great Britain, they spend copious amounts of time meticulously watching the same five or so people do completely ordinary (or in some cases extraordinary) things and then they publish it all over the tabloids and "royal watch" blogs (yes, these do exist).

Then again, an American king and queen would contradict the founding principles of our country, but don't we already revere certain celebrities as if they had royal blood? The British royals spend years in the highest forms of education and take lessons in manners and hone their social graces in their spare time. I can't quite say the same for people like Megan Fox or Robet Pattinson. If I were to decide, I would choose Meryl Streep as queen and Chuck Palahniuk as king. They would make am odd pair, but just imagine the literary masterpieces and stunning speeches that could be produced.

The deepest darkest secrets

PostSecret: it's probably the most brilliant idea for an art project/blog ever. People mail their secrets illustrated or depicted in whatever fashion they see fit and then they are posted. I am still deciding what secret I want to mail in.

Older, wiser, crazier

Photo from weheartit.

I have accepted my fate. I know I will probably end up as the cat lady who wears too much lipstick and has fabulous dinner parties. That being said, I am perfectly okay with this. I've never had the lovey-dovey type grandma, the one who bakes you cookies and knits you hats. My grandmothers are independent, spunky women who don't let anyone boss them around. And I like that.

The old woman that sits in his rocker reading the Sunday New York Times on a Wednesday morning cursing the "punk" that made the crossword puzzle especially difficult, I love her. I love her for her sadistic sense of humor and superb wit. I saw the most fabulous old lady at Whole Foods the other day. She must have been at least seventy, and yet there was in her pumpkin orange knitted poncho and grey wedge boots. Growing old shouldn't be something we dread, it should be an excuse to be/dress even crazier and get away with it.

The boys we love(d)

Robert Pattinson, in the eyes of many, is a god. Teenage girls everywhere swoon over his very existence, yet so much of his appeal has nothing to do with who Robert Pattinson really is. In fact, they're not smitten with Robert Pattinson, these screaming fans of his, they're smitten with Edward Cullen. I'm no Twilight afficionado nore do I claim to be one, but I guiltily admit to having read all the books and while I don't find them to have anything truly significant to say they do hold your interest. These portraits from the latest Vanity Fair I think are so beautiful of Robert, the Robert without fangs that is.

This phenomenon Pattinson has caused reminds me of a similar one a little over ten years ago, Leonard Di Caprio. Just as Twilight captured viewers worldwide, so did Titanic. In 1998, probably fifty percent of American teenage girls had a poster of Leo up in their bedroom, now it's Robert. And just like Edward Cullen, Jack Dawes breaks hearts and inspires tears in Titanic. The real difference is, to me at least, that Titanic won Oscars, Twilight won Teen Choice Awards. Regardless of your choice man, I think the beauty of these Vanity Fair photographs of each one in their prime speak for themselves.

Adrenaline rush

Shaun White is, as cliche as it might sound, awesome. With his flaming red hair, obvious snowboarding talent, and surfer-like attitude I can't help but laugh when I recall his feature in Vogue a couple of years ago with Daria Werbowy. Just imagine Anna Wintour saying to Grace Coddington, "Get that red-head who was in the Olympics in the magazine, he's not exactly attractive, but I think it might appeal to our younger generation of readers." Shaun seems to me the kind of person morally opposed to such an archaic institution like American Vogue. Nonetheless, he did appear in the magazine (to Wintour's horror I am sure), and I rather like the results.

A bit disappointed

I am not going to pretend that I watch or follow baseball, because I don't. Yet, I did manage to flip on the tv at the exact moment that the Yankees won the World Series. I don't like the Yankees. In all honesty I have absolutely no reason to dislike the Yankees, but somehow any time the team is mentioned I feel compelled to make some negative comment as if it is my duty. That aside, here is a photo I've been wanting to post for a while. It's just so happy.

In defense of fashion

Italian Vogue's "models in rehab" editorial is the perfect example of fashion as social commentary.

In theory, I shouldn't have to do this. Defending fashion on a fashion blog? It's a tad ridiculous. Despite the obvious absurdity, I remain with the feeling that every once in a while we should defend what we do, just to make sure we can defend what we do.

Recently, someone accused my writing of being shallow, useless fodder for teenage girls who have nothing better to occupy themselves with. This made me reread my past articles searching for any flagrant superficiality, and while I do apologize for some mediocre writing lately, I'm not going to change any material posted.

Fashion doesn't have any rules. It's a work in progress, just like this blog. It's funny too because if this blog were about music instead of fashion no one would question me, yet it's not. I chose fashion for a specific reason, I wanted to show the quirky alternative side of a too often generalized industry. And because whether you think it's shallow or not, I care about what I wear. We all have to wear clothes anyways so why not make it memorable? Everything you put on your body becomes a reflection of you; fashion is unavoidable.

Some people abhor the idea of supporting something so reliant on aesthetic, so they wear the same shirt and jeans everyday or simple look sloppy because they can. This is one end of the spectrum. I, along with all the other fashion lovers in this world, am at the other end. Fashion isn't about who wears the most expensive dress to the formal or who has the designer bag, fashion is about creativity. The fashion world's greatest visionaries experiment, recycle, take risks. Fashion itself is a reflection of society, just like music.

This blog isn't about mainstream fashion. This blog is about street style, experimentation with clothes and colors, and most of all creativity. Many people look to art or music as their creative outlet, I look to fashion.