Showing posts with label 1920s. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1920s. Show all posts

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Femme Fatale

I realized today that I want to be so many people but there's just so little time. I need to go through my 1950s Mexican poncho phase, and my kimono phase, and my schoolgirl phase, and my film noir phase, and my... SO MANY PEOPLE TO BE!! But right now, I'm mostly focused on the femme fatale look. The girl who breaks boys' hearts (but I won't do that 'cause being mean sux!!). I just wanna look like a film noir heartbreaker. I recently--as in a few nights ago--discovered how easy that is. With my new(ish) haircut, all I needed to do was groom my lil eyebrows and gather some photos for inspiration. I watched some tutorials on eyebrow-grooming by Amy Rose from Rookie, and then got some more makeup ideas from Hannah (also on Rookie). Since I don't like to wear makeup 'cause it makes my skin feel all nasty, I decided what I would do is just use some brown eyeshadow and brush it into my brows to make them look darker and fuller. Makeup is a fascinating thing that I don't understand, but I will testify to the fact that simply by doing this, my eyes looked brighter and my skin looked nicer. It's magic, goshdarnit. But then I felt like bein' a bit more doe-eyed so I put on just a smidge of mascara. I haven't worn that stuff in a year because I was born with long eyelashes and it's kind of a gross thing to put near your lil shiny peepers, but it felt right in the moment. I think in the future it would look better if I only used an eyelash curler, but I have to get over my fear of them first. I really want to experiment with alternating playing up my eyes, eyebrows, and lips, and seeing what happens. Then I just need to perfect my pout, dabble on some body glitter, and everything will be complete. 

In case you're looking to achieve the same look, here's some inspo-rayshun for ya. 

[Photos via the Internet.]

Sexy leggy lacy lady.

My girl Audrey. (Halloween costume?)

Good ol' Daisy Buchanan.

Damn. Damn. Look at those brows/eyes/lips. And that frickin' hair. She broke so many hearts, I can tell, just with those eyes alone.

Fierce ladies rule the freaking world.

This one's like a cross between the flapper look and Twiggy (a little), and that's all I ever wanna look like. 

Someday I'll learn how to apply lipstick that well.

 
Audrey Thorne from Twin Peaks. She's kind of known for her stellar eyebrows and red-red-lips. 

Time is meant for change, ain't it?

Monday, March 18, 2013

Can I Have Your Closet: Ramona Petrini

This week's subject is one of my near and dear buddy-pals, Ramona Petrini. We met in ninth grade, but became infinitely better friends when she switched schools this year. She's the Kerouac to my Ginsberg, my literary-and-music-and-film-and-bebopping-around partner in crime, and one of the best writers I've ever met. In addition to all of these wonderful attributes, she's got pretty bangin' personal style. The way she described it in her interview is quite on point, but even from the first day that I saw her in my freshman art class when she was the only soul brave enough to answer the questions our teacher posed about a twig, I thought to myself that she seemed like a really, really cool chick. I also admired her courageousness to wear a sheer black shirt (something I still can't do to this day, even though I've got one hanging pathetically in my closet), and I was immediately intrigued by her very distinctive drawing style, and the way she so expertly employed a fountain pen. All in all, she's a fantastic gal, and I've been meaning to feature her on my blog since the first day we met.

Odelia: How would you describe your style?
Ramona: It would be like a conjoined twin, or triplet, a conjoined twiplet—triplet [laughs] between my mom in the late eighties, early nineties, Françoise Hardy, and what I imagine the women in F. Scott Fitzgerald novels to dress like, except a little bit, I guess—I don't wanna use the word sluttier, but...risqué. [Laughs] Okay there, that's my answer.
Odelia: Who are your fashion icons and who do admire aesthetically?
Ramona: Again, my mom, late eighties, early nineties. Lee Radziwill, she was a Bouvier sister, she was Jackie O's sister, and her mom was always like, “Oh, you're not beautiful, you're too fat,” when in fact she was really not fat at all. They said, “You're not as pretty as your sister,” and everyone was like, “Jackie O's so beautiful!” But Lee Radziwill, she knew how to dress. I saw all these pictures of her apartment, and she's just an effortlessly glamourous and aesthetically wonderful person. And then also my dad.
Odelia: Where are your favorite places to shop?
Ramona: The first one is my favorite because I don't have to pay money for it, and it is my brother's closet where my mom keeps her old clothes from the late eighties and early nineties! [Laughs] And Beacon's Closet and Salvation Army, and occasionally if you go to Urban Outfitters you can find some pretty weird and cool stuff piled in a pile, in their marked down section.
Odelia: If you could own one or more items right now that you don't have, what would it or they be?
Ramona: I suppose this is kind of corny, but I would very much like to own and never will own, the dress from Breakfast at Tiffany's, the Givenchy one with the long—and how it just sorta bunches at the hips and the waist cinches and it's a really beautiful, well-designed piece of clothing. The other garment would be this pair of socks I saw in a movie. They were just this sheer beautiful black fabric with a little lacy thing at the top and a lavender bow so you can tie it at the calf. It was like, bein'-sexy-around-the-house socks, which are the kind of socks I feel like I really wanna have. Or at least have the kind of lifestyle that would require such socks.
Odelia: Do you remember the movie?
Ramona: No. I don't think it was very good, but the socks were a highlight.
Odelia: Would you say that fashion is a big focus in your life?
Ramona: Well, I'd say that style is. And aesthetic. And colors and textures and everything like that, on people especially. I don't know—if “fashion” as a concept of perpetual visual fixation of humans, and people dressing well, and people carrying themselves well, and everything, you know? If that were how fashion were defined, then yes.
Odelia: How would you describe personal style as a concept?
Ramona: I'd say, first off, that I think it's very important. Not so much that we should put a lot of stock in the way we look, but personal style reflects people. It's corny, but it's true: it's not you wear, but how you wear it. So I'd say that personal style should just be a way of being. So I guess I'd describe it as very...human. And in some instances, very nice.
Odelia: How do you feel that, if at all, high school has influenced your sartorial choices?
Ramona: Whoa. A lot of sartorial choices have been influenced by high school [laughs]. Not totally good influences across the board, I guess at least before I switched high schools. There's this kid at my school, and when I go to school every day, he says, “Hey sexy mama, you look great today.” I think that's been like...well, I wake up every day and I'm like, “If I were that kid, would I call myself a sexy mama and tell myself I look great today?” So I guess that's the most positive and productive sartorial influence that that's had on me [laughs]! 

[Photos by me.]

So smiley and adorable!

She wasn't sure what to do pose-wise, so I told her she could do anything she wanted. So she began an interpretive dance of sorts. 

Gotta love that sweater. 

More dancing. It went on for quite some time.

She's big on satchels and briefcases. At heart, she's a classy business man from the 1950s. 

Hey, notice how she's wearing plaid. Coincidence? I think not.
I mean, also look at her conch necklace.

Also she has some really nice hair. She's got those midi-bangs that I so desperately want in order to fulfill my fantasy of looking like Audrey Hepburn in Roman Holiday.

Just in case the above information didn't capture the essence of Ramona, here is a short video taken while at her house after we finished up the interview and I accidentally turned the camera back on. 



Okay, I'm being very serious now, Ramona, I really would like your closet and would greatly appreciate if you would relinquish it without much of a fight. Please and thank you. 

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Infinity + Maria Cornejo

Zero + Maria Cornejo. 

I never thought I would be going to a runway show as hard core as this one, not on a Monday evening during the first week of my sophomore year of high school. Octavia, if you are reading this, I owe you so much. 

The runway show was held at Pier 57, on Monday, September 10th, at 6 pm. The off-site shows are usually the more prestigious ones, though this isn't true across the board. Sometimes off-site shows are the ones that are being held off-site because they can't afford/aren't big enough/don't want to be held on-site (on-site = Lincoln Center). But for the purposes of now, let's classify Zero + Maria Cornejo as a member of the former category. I think that's pretty fair, seeing as while standing in line to enter the show, Octavia and I were right behind Mark Ruffalo and his wife Sunrise Coigney. That's about as famous as you can get without being Anna Dello Russo or Jbiebs himself. 

Pre-show, I did my usual scour-the-front-row-for-amazing-people-that-are-not-actually-humans, which was especially difficult this time because there were four front rows. That's how many people were invited. I'm sorry, this all sounds so much like bragging, but please just try to see it as teenage girl freakout-ing instead. I tend to get very dramatic with formatting when recounting exciting stories. Despite how many front rows existed, I was able to pick out a few special people to turn my attention to, including Linda Fargo from Bergdorf Goodman and Simon Doonan from Barney's. When I went over to talk to Linda Fargo I'm pretty sure I just said, "Hi, I just wanted to say that I'm a huge fan of everything you do." I feel like the word "love" was thrown in there, but I can't remember how, and if it was, I suppose I've blocked it out of my memory. Her response was to take my right hand in her left hand in what would have potentially been an extremely awkward handshake if she wasn't Linda Fargo and said, "Oh, you're so sweet!" She then proceeded to ask me my name and such things (she even asked the origin of my name! Why is she so perfect!), and it was a beautiful encounter with a nonhuman personification of perfection. As for Simon Doonan, I recognized his face and basically stared him down for five minutes (I think he began to get uncomfortable, or even annoyed, at how intently I was glaring at him), but I just couldn't remember his name. I sure as hell wasn't going to go over to someone whose name I didn't know and start talking to them, because what if he wasn't actually Simon Doonan? But he was, and I realized it two hours after I left Pier 57. Classique. 

Why don't I shut up about my fangirling experiences and talk about the actual show? Good idea, mental rationalizer. 

"It's about looking towards the future, but with a nod to the past." That's a quote from Maria Cornejo on the subject of her Spring 2013 collection. Not to lessen the impact of her words or anything, but I feel like that is the motto of every contemporary designer's collection every season. "It's like a mix between the past and the future, but with a twist." The number of times those words have been used to describe a collection...makes me growl. But it's okay, because this time it actually makes sense. Maria likes to use photos she takes on her iPhone and rework them into prints: this is what I call a Future Element. IPhones are the epitome of right-now-ness and futurism (not to be confused with the early 20th century Italian artistic movement, Futurism). Crop circles--which are the subject of some of the designer's snapshots--are just kind of kooky. Some of the other photos she took, such as a Giacomo Balla steel sculpture from the 1920s will henceforth be known as a Past Element. If you really think about it, melding what has been and what is yet to be is quite a difficult task. But the juxtaposition of the minimalistic, monochromatic, hard architectural shapes with the fluid printed capes, jumpsuits, and other such garments represents the tension between the past and the future, and the struggle to get them to work together in harmony. Gold and silver jewelry are Past Elements, while plastic and rubber tubing practically shout Future Element. Maria designed with "the traveling woman in mind;" the idea of movement mirrors the notion of transition from before to after, maybe with a quick stop at now. 

[Photos by me.]

Mark Scruffalo (we're on a nickname basis now, because on the internet, everyone is on a nickname basis) and his spouse Sunrise. Interestingly enough, the sun was actually setting around the time this photo was taken. 

Simon Doonan, clearly very aware that I was stalking him. 

Sharp corners but loose silhouettes. Awesome but awesome. <--what?

Was this a photo of a crop circle, or a steel sculpture? The world may never know if that leather jacket is the only cropped thing about this outfit.  


Those hairstyles were pretty futuristic if I do say so myself. 

The prints were absolutely amazing.

Whoa. Whoa. Cocoon jackets and cropped pants? Count me mothatruckin' in.

Bah!!! The awesomeness continues!!! 
Quick anecdote, although I'm sure you're so done with my storytelling: right before the show started, Octavia was getting her camera all ready and couldn't find her roll of colored film. After she located it and painstakingly set it in her camera, I was like, "How funny would it be if the entire collection was in black and white?" Turns out it basically was, and we were both dying. 

Not just a knit. NEVER JUST A KNIT.
I haven't figured out where all this enthusiasm is coming from.

You know how I feel about open backs. 

I don't even know how to describe what I'm seeing here.

Poncho? Blanket? High fashion? Oh yes.


Mind blowing stuff here. Time machines will do that.


The kind of sweater dress that doesn't make you want to curl up on your couch and not go to school.

Red Robin Yummmmmmmmm.
I just got such a strong feeling of nostalgia from writing those words because I used to reference the Red Robin jingle all the time on here. Gotta bring it back.

Words. Must not put more in this blogpost. 
Except apology for no words last week--too many words needed for AP World History-->brain was mush. When is it not. 


Sunday, September 30, 2012

We Are Infinite


I read The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky at the end of 8th grade, around the same time I began this blog. I started this website for many, many reasons, one of them being that I needed somewhere to throw my obsessive thoughts and make my preoccupation with fashion real, and the internet seemed like the prime place to do that. This book and blogging were the two things that returned me to my natural human state (to an extent. I have a theory that I was secretly born as an old-man-puppy-fish, and that doesn't sound too natural to me) when I was strugglin' so hard. I read it once and fell in love. I read it again at the beginning of my freshman year of high school because Charlie began high school in 1991, and I was starting in 2011, so I read each of his letters on the same date in real life. Since that made no sense, let me clarify: if he wrote a letter on November 9th, I read it on November 9th. It was so weird how events in each of our lives occurred at the same time, twenty years apart. ...Even though Charlie is not real. When I found out that they were making this fuqin' amazeballs book into a film starring Emma Watson, aka the absolute love of my life, I had a major mini heart attack. 

The '90s is (are?) easily one of my favorite decades culturally, musically, and sartorially (followed closely by the '60s and '20s), so I was mega pumped for the costumes, props, sets, and soundtrack for the movie. They didn't disappoint. If you combined Sam's (Emma Watson) and Mary Elizabeth's (Mae Whitman) clothing, that would be an accurate representation of how I try/want to dress every day of my life forever. It's like a funky mix between grungy '90s lumberjack casual style and a gypsy witch that has a fascination with stick-on jewels, sweaters and their multitudinous variations (ie, poncho), bizarre skin adornments, and copious ear piercings. Das me! 

Hopefully you can feel the ridiculous amounts of spiritual/sartorial inspiration emanating from the following pictures, because if you do that means we are brain siblings. 

[Photos via imdb.com and google.com.]

Sam's room + Charlie's suit + typewriter = this is what I want most in life. I'm actually on the hunt (a quest, if you will) for a typewriter and a cheap tie, so if you see either one, let me know.

Patrick (Ezra Miller) is not even human, I swear. And then there's Mary Elizabeth (bottom left), being a total badass. 

This was easily one of the best scenes in the whole movie. They are at a school dance when all of a sudden a good song comes on, and Patrick and Sam are like, "Living room routine. Right now." So they shove their way to the center and just start dancing like maniacs. It is amazing.

Mary Elizabeth!!!!! Wearing red!!!!!!!!!! My favorite color!!!!!!! 

Emma as Sam as Janet. 

I want Sam's jacket and her hair, and Patrick's face to stay like that forever. 

If you have not read this book, drop everything and read it right now. If you haven't seen this movie, don't drop everything, but go see it anyway. That's enough unauthorized book promotion for today. 

One last thing: I made a playlist out of the mixtape Charlie made for Patrick for Secret Santa so you guys can fully immerse yourselves in the world of the book.


Have a jolly Sunday!