Showing posts with label Mae Whitman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mae Whitman. Show all posts

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! 

Saturday, September 29, 2012

The Transitive Property (Lela Rose Spring 2013)

Lela Rose's runway show took place on Sunday, September 9th, at 11 am. Bright and early. Delightful. I took my seat and began perusing the front row from afar. When I spotted a perfectly coifed top knot and a set of familiar cheekbones, I asked the woman sitting next to me if that was in fact Lauren Conrad seated over there. My hunch was confirmed. As much as I hate to admit it, my sister and I did watch "The Hills" more than a few times at a suspiciously young age. 

Enough about LC and her California gurls. Onto the fashion show. As I mentioned in my video a few weeks ago, I didn't think that Lela Rose's collection was particularly visually cohesive. However, that is because it was based on "the frailty of the human experience." Wowza. Not to go all philosophical on you guys (don't get me wrong, I love going all philosophical; it happens at the most inopportune moments, actually. Or are they really the most opportune moments??? Whoaaaa), but life is not cohesive, so by my trusty friend--and the only useful piece of information I got out of my freshman geometry class--the transitive property, neither is Lela Rose's Spring 2013 collection. In the designer's defense, the collection makes a lot of sense conceptually. She was inspired by the work of the artist Jim Hodges, whose pieces references nature a lot, often in the forms of flowers and webs. Lela translated that into fabrics and prints, incorporating floral patterns, lace, and metal chains into her S/S '13 show. She used Hodges' entire oeuvre as inspiration for the collection, which resulted in a bit of a mish-mosh of ideas that didn't really seem to string together too well. There was camouflage and tweed and lace and lots of bright colors and metal(lic) accents...oh my! It may have been a better idea to just zero in on a few aspects of the artist's work, but perhaps if she had the collection would not have been as large, nor would the pieces be as sellable as they indisputably are. 

Below you shall find the best photos of the bunch from this show. 

[Photos by me.]

Highly constructed pieces and emphasized seams make for an interesting contrast.


Orange, why do you keep showing up season after season? Are ya done yet?

Isabella Melo. Mere feet from my body. Wut. Also neon t-shirts paired with coral skirt-jacket ensembles. Wut.

So content. Whatchu lookin' at, grl? 

Bam. Visual assault, in the best way possible. 

The Man Repeller would be proud of this dress.

Spidery and spindly, reminiscent of this piece by ol' Hodges.

...But like somedays, when I get like a crumb of food, that's a good day, so is this one.


Lacey-lace and lavender. Alliteration rox my sox.


The metallics I mentioned before. 
Also, the model definitely experienced a UFO sighting at this moment. That is the only explanation for such an intense glare. 

Isabella Melo, part 2. 

Laurenzo Conrad! All bedazzled and stuff. That man interviewing her shoved me a lot in an effort to get to Lauren first. We can call him Gopher Man. Don't look so serious, Gopher Man. 

Sorry for sporadic posting, ballroom dancing got in the way. Once. That's right, you heard it from me, I am taking a few ballroom dance lessons with my mother and two foreign instructors. High school auctions are the absolute best.

Would you all be devastated if I didn't do Fall/Winter 2012 trend reports? I know, I know, I just think I missed the deadline; I would be starting far too late for it to be of any help. I'll do the Spring ones instead, and I'll do Fall instead of Pre-Fall over the summer! Yay for compromises! I'll do a few of the good ones for this season, of course, because we can't pretend that the trends don't exist.

Have a mighty fine weekend, friends. Go see "The Perks of Being a Wallflower" because it's amazeballs. Expect a post on that soon, that's how much I love it. (It got almost 8 stars on IMDb! Good Will Hunting got only three-tenths of a star more. That is how awesome this movie is. Plus the author (Stephen Chbosky) wrote the screenplay, so you just know that nothing could go wrong. Except for that they left out the poem Charlie gave to Patrick, but after contemplating it for a while I forgive Chbosky.)