Grams

This is just a really quick post to share the photo Laia from Rookie Mag took of Octavia and I when we went to Maria Cornejo last Monday (coincidentally our first day of school). I don't have an Instagram so I thought I'd share it through here.

More fashion week stuff to come, but in the mean time, why don't you check out the essay I wrote for Hypocrite Reader?

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Ashish And His Sequins

Ashish Gupta is a genius. Or a madman. Or likely both. I think to an extent madness and genius are directly proportional. Whatever Ashish is, it's awesome and I love it and he should never stop being that thing. I happened upon his eponymous brand around a year ago and felt like crying and doing a little jig when I saw his Spring/Summer 2012 collection. It was a perfect combination of flowers and cowgirls and braids and sequins. And when one combines those four items gracefully--nay, MAGNIFICENTLY--said person clearly has a great deal of talent and should be showered with rose petals and chocolate chip muffins every morning. 

There isn't a whole lot of info on the designer himself on the Infinite Internet, but I did find a short interview he did with the people at London Fashion Week. He began his line in 2005, interweaving pop culture references and product placement between his messily glamourous clothing right from the get-go. Ashish has been quoted saying that his signature design focal points are, "Sequins, glamour, sportswear, and more sequins."Basically, SEQUINS. He sometimes uses them subtly as small accents, he sometimes dunks the models in bowls of sequins and sends them on the runway, he sometimes loads Nerf guns with sequins and goes on midnight panty raids thus armed. (Disclaimer: nothing I just said is true at all.) 

Ashish gathers inspiration from the cinematic world and pop culture, as well as Tumblr. He thinks Tumblr is fascinating because of how it gathers inspiration and information from millions of people worldwide. He calls it an "ever-evolving giant scrapbook of ideas." That's one way of putting it. 

The thing I love about Ashish is how endlessly funky and fearless it is. Whoever's wearing his clothes obviously does not give a flying fuq about what other people think of them, which I think is highly admirable. Good for them, and good for Ashish for promoting such intense awesomeness. 

You should check out all his collections on his website, I promise promise promise you will not regret it. 

[Photos via Style.com.]

SPRING/SUMMER 2012

SPRING/SUMMER 2012

FALL/WINTER 2012

FALL/WINTER 2012

SPRING/SUMMER 2013

SPRING/SUMMER 2013

FALL/WINTER 2013

FALL/WINTER 2013

Now I want to destroy all my old pairs of jeans and create a patchwork jumpsuit. Actually, I think I'm going to go do that. Like, right now. 

P.S. Alina and I are going to Governor's Ball this Saturday (along with a bunch of other Can I Have Your Closet veterans, like Octavia and Olive) so I'm definitely going to post about that once I've recovered from the psychedelic experience. We're seeing Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros (aka the one band in the entire world that I would follow around the world if I had the funds/means), Animal Collective, and Dirty Projectors, among others. My excitement is ova-flowin'. 

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Stylish Babiis

Ah, babiis*. Munchkins, gremlins, jam-hands, cutie pies, angels, whatever you want to call them, young children are certainly fascinating. For the longest time, I was very adamant about not having children until I got over the fear of ruining their lives as well as the fact that they are so incredibly annoying. I've gotten over that (for now), but small children still make me exceedingly uncomfortable, although I suppose that will eliminate itself with age. I hope. Or do I????? Oy. 

One of the things that has bugged me about toddlers and other little people around the same age is that they just look like a complete mess all the time. I know, they're not really in tune with their personal style because they're barely even people yet (hey, I didn't become a person until I was thirteen, going on fourteen), but that doesn't take away from the fact that as a general rule they don't dress particularly well. I can't decide how much of that has to do with the parents, although I think that factor depends on the child's age. All I know is that I wore Gap and Children's Place clothing until I was, like, ten, and the only time period in which that worked was between the ages of three and five. After that it was just sad, even though it totally didn't have to be. This one's on me. 

With the exception of little divas like Suri Cruise, few children have the means of dressing like a boss even if they wanted to. The other night I got an excited text message from Octavia about how stylish the kids were at a party she was at with her mom, and had I considered writing about this sort of thing on da blogue? It had never really crossed my mind, mostly due to my aversion to those tiny people, but I figured I would give it a shot. Adults and teenagers aren't the only people that exist in the world (THANK GOD), so there's no reason why I should exclude the next generation from my fashion diarizing. After all, little kids have the wonderful advantage of only being allowed to look one way all the time: frighteningly cute. They never have the desire or requirement to look sexy, or sophisticated, or anything else like that. That gives them so many options. Looking adorable is one of the easiest and versatile modes of dress, and little kids are perpetually set to Boo from Monsters, Inc. Below you will find pictures of what you wish you wore when you were approximately five. 

*babii is pronounced bab-ee. This is a word of my sister and her friends' creation, for the most part. It's a fantastically amusing alternative to the generic "baby." 

[Photos by Octavia, with an iPhone.]

I've been staring at this girl's glasses and friendship necklace for about five minutes, trying to figure out why I hadn't thought of that combination. I bet her headband matches her dress. I totally wish I could pull that sort of thing off. 

Okay, come on now! I can't even rock a shift dress like that! Being shapeless and three feet tall really has its benefits. As for the girl on the right, Lucy, the combination facial-hand expression was plenty of cuteness on its own; her dress and boots were really just accessories. 

Last but not least, Charlie, a little munchkin that can colorblock and layer expertly, all while staying parallel to the ground. 

Don't you wish you could go back in time and do it all over again? Yeah, me neither.

I apologize for the lack of posts recently, it's been a rough time and now I'm in a show at school and then there's Fashion Week. But don't worry, I've got a whole crapload of things lined up, including photoshoots, videos, Mardi Gras, and the First Lady.

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The Revel Boys

A few weeks ago, I received an email from Octavia containing the link to a website. She said her friend's brother and his friend had started it, and that I should check it out. So that is what I did: I checked it out, and immediately loved what I saw. This website is called Revel, founded by Eli Rudavsky and Adam Schorin, two New York City high schoolers. It's a site for teens to look at and discuss art in an attempt to efface the taboo there is on art as a conversational topic for young people. But the art they showcase is not stuff like Van Gogh's "Starry Night," or even William Wegman photographs. It's all art, music, and writing created by teenagers (with the exception of links shared on the blog--that stuff is kind of from all over the place). After perusing the site for a good long while and being humbled and deeply impressed by the work I saw, I emailed the creators. A week later, I found myself in Central Park, kneeling in front of my tripod as I filmed the boys talking about their new endeavor. I won't give anything else away, seeing as there's an entire interview chock full of information for you to watch below. Without further ado, I give you the guys behind Revel.

Actually, I lied. Just a few quick notes before we begin: halfway through the interview my camera died, so we had to use Adam's iPhone for the rest. That's why there's a different color tone and sound for certain parts of the video. Also it was really cold outside. Just sayin'. Lastly, Eli is the one on your left and Adam is the one on your right. 

[Video filmed and edited by me.]



I strongly advise that you check out the site, and perhaps if you are on the Book of Faces that you like their page. They give you updates whenever new stuff goes up on Revel, so you're constantly inundated by beautiful art by people just like you. And you might even know some of the people whose stuff is on there (me and Octavia, wink, wink). You know what else you should do? Submit your work to Revel. I know you guys are secretly artists/musicians/writers/everything-else-rs, so in the wise words of Eli (and coincidentally Nike): "Just do it."

Enjoy the rest of your disturbingly warm December week!

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We Are All Rookies

If you can remember back to about a million years ago (read: September), you may remember that I mentioned in my fun lil' video that Octavia and I went to the Rookie Mag Yearbook One launch at McNally Jackson on a Sunday night during Fashion Week. That Sunday I'd gone to Lela Rose in the morning, bought some snazzy-as-hayl hot pink running shoes (I KNOW)--a process which took nearly an hour and a half, and of course I ended up buying the pair I had initially tried on--crashed at Lola's crib for a while and did what is always done at other peoples' houses: absolutely nothing, and then met good ol' 'Tavia (whoa, unintentional wordplay because of the existence and relevance of Tavi Gevinson in this post) down in SoHo for the book launch. Before I continue, I would like to point out that I just used three different sentence-splicing punctuation forms in one painfully long run-on. Back to mon histoire. 

Octavia and I had missed the Rookie Road Trip New York stop because she was unaware that it was happening and I was way on the other side of the country, and we both cried internally for weeks. Naturally, when she told me about this event, I shouted, "YES!" so loud at my phone (note: I wasn't having a phone conversation...it was a text message) that my mom thought I had said "ow" and was very concerned that I was seriously injured. I had no idea what to expect, so I wasn't dressed as quirkily and Rookie-ish as I would've liked. You'll see in a minute how fuqin' amazing everyone was dressed. Petra was wearing high-waisted bell bottoms with perfectly frizzed out hair. Amy Rose was wearing an apron. Tavi looked like she had stepped out of Junya Watanabe's mind into the Valentino Spring 2012 collection and then Apparated to McNally Jackson. Even Octavia was dressed perfectly (when is she not, though?) in a band tee shirt (maybe it was The Smiths? We were/are in a huge Smiths phase. Edit: it was Duran Duran), a yellow floral A-line skirt, and I believe a pair of red Supergas. Octavia, if you are reading this, now you know just how creeptastically I stalk your outfits. 

I can't even begin to express how extraordinary that night was. I literally cannot find a word in the dictionary app on my computer that can describe how much love I felt from everyone in that room and how much I felt that THESE ARE MY PEOPLE. Because people that read and write Rookie are honestly the most amazing people I have ever met. They are so supportive of the mere existence of everyone around them when surrounded by fellow Rookies that it is simply mind-blowing. I cannot count the number of times Octavia and I made eye contact throughout the night with that look of, "oh my God, why is everyone here so perfect and why can't we all just combine to be an awesome blob of greatness" that can only be validated by the presence of Tavi Gevinson and her compatriots and followers. 

I had only discovered the beautiful creation that is Rookie Mag last June, during a particularly terrifying chapter of school/everything. Prepare yourself for the cliché meter to hit 11. When I was feeling uninspired to write, blog, draw, interact with people, read, make collages, peruse the Internet, or even sleep (who is ever uninspired to sleep? That is just the most ridiculous statement ever made in the history of forever, but sadly it was true), Rookie suddenly brought me out of that slump. Remember The Rebirth? That was courtesy of Tavi's new influence on my life. If you've never read the online magazine before, let me sum it up. It is the pre-, current, and post-adolescent girl's guide to life. There is nearly everything on there that you need or want to know, are curious about, care even a smidgen about, didn't know was a thing but now you do, and everything in between. There's one void that I intend to fill myself because they accept reader submissions, but of course I will let you know if and when that happens. 

I feel as though I have a personal connection to Tavi. We're both fashion bloggers, short teenage girls, born only around a year apart, are writers, enjoy singing (she's in an a cappella group, aka my dream), have an unfounded fascination in tulle (her personal 8tracks username is tulletulle and her twitter is @tavitulle), and have a multitude of other insignificant things in common. Tavi is my role model more than everyone I've ever praised on this blog, including Emma Watson and Alexa Chung, because she embodies everything I value and admire in a human being. She tries not to care what everyone else thinks about her; she began blogging at age eleven and had shaken hands with Björk and Marc Jacobs by age thirteen; she singlehandedly made looking like a pubescent grandma cool; she is a phenomenal writer; she created Rookie and subsequently coalesced the most unexpected combination of interesting people; she does all of this and is still in high school; and above all, she is a human being, and totally owns up to it. Tavi admits to her flaws and publicizes them to make everyone else feel better. The rawness and honesty of Rookie is what draws me to it. Those thoughts you thought were unutterable but desperately wished weren't are suddenly on your computer screen (and now in print!). It's easy to idolize someone you know nothing about. I know absolutely zero things about Alexa Chung except that she looks awesome always, yet I have managed to mention her frequently enough on this site that she has her own tag. She could be a terrible person (although I doubt she is), and I would never know because there's no way I could unless I spoke to her in person. And even then I would have to become very close to her to really know her. But with Tavi, you read her articles for Rookie and you have complete faith that she is real. And that's comforting. 

When I stood in front of her at a small independent bookstore in SoHo, I was more starstruck than I've ever been in my entire life. You all can see on this blog how many famous people I've met or seen just in the past year and a half: it's an unfairly large number. Based on my frequent caption: "I had a mini heart attack," used when describing an encounter with a renowned figure, it's obvious how easily affected I am by celebrities. I saw Tavi and I kid you not, I almost started crying. And it takes a lot to make me cry. I told her how much a worship her and she was so honored. I don't remember exactly how she responded, but it seemed very genuine. Amy Rose was sitting right next to her and heard everything I'd said, and when I'd finished and Tavi placed my copy of the Yearbook into Amy Rose's lap, she said, "You're so sweet. Gimme a hug." So I hugged her, my arms full of a huge pink bag of crap and a Sports Authority plastic bag housing an obnoxiously bright orange shoebox, both of which definitely hit someone. I apologized for my physical awkwardness, but no one seemed to care that I'd whacked them with a cardboard prism. 

The moral of the story is: I love Rookie, and so can you. 

[Photos by me.]

Amy Rose kicked off the night of Yearbook-excerpt reading with a piece she wrote about her love of The Smiths. She confidently rocked a cut-up tee shirt, exposed cheetah print bra, and a floral print apron while talking about how Morrissey's lyrics became the foundation of one weird night with a college guy.

Jenny Zhang, a writer and poet (and obviously a Rookie contributor) that grew up around my general neighborhood and read a surprisingly beautiful fiction piece. I have recently invested a lot of time into reading her work on the Interwebz, but I intend to get my hands on her poetry book soon.

Yes, that is Lena Dunham, sitting mere feet away from me talking about her Millenium Journal and all of the crazy things she thought were important in the year 2000. 

The girl-band Supercute! playing some really jammin' tunes on their ukeleles and that cool box-drum-seat hybrid, despite the fact that I am usually opposed to ukeleles. They're actually really cool, and--get this--super cute. 

Tavi. Fuqing. Gevinson. Does she or does she not look like a dark Wiccan princess hiding many secrets in her endless braid? She read an excerpt of her famous piece, "How to Not Care What Other People Think of You."

If you still can't comprehend how incredible this night was, let me put it this way: I wasn't even hungry. I am that person who is often hungry but doesn't usually do anything about it because I am very scheduled when it comes to eating so when I don't eat according to my regular timetable the world turns upside down. I plan my day around my meals. The fact that I was not hungry means that my emotions surpassed the standardized needs of my stomach. 

As if this post wasn't already long enough, here's your Sunday playlist. Rookie-themed, of course. 

Have a Rookie week. Just have one.

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Harry Potter Meets High Fashion

The origins of this trend are unbeknownst to me, but what is beknownst (heh-heh) to me is that round sunglasses are most definitely a thing. From the Man Repeller to the runways to the streets, everyone is channeling mah homeboi HP and sporting some circular rims. The Swedish clothing brand Acne was the first to bring this trend to my attention in their Resort 2012 collection. 

Below you will find my photographic proof supporting the existence of this trend in the form of Fashion Week street style/show photos. 

[Photos by me.]

Octavia! 

What. A. Bro. 

Nadia from FrouFrouu. The friendship is growing, I swear. 

From Erin Barr's Spring 2013 collection.

A woman named Danielle at Erin Barr. 

Antonela Repetto from HEY MCLFY.

A gorgeous photographer becomes the photographed.

She was handing out Daily to people on the street, and was super nice about being photographed.

My grandpa had the right idea when he got those glasses flip-up bifocal lenses. Keep it trendy, gramps.

Smizing behind sunglasses is a tough feat to accomplish, but she's doing it. 

Do you believe me now? Good. Go get your hands on some of these bad boys. 

Columbus didn't really discover our country, but he gave me a day off from school, so he rox. 

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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.

One leg has pants and the other has not.

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. 

Pumpkins? 

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French Birds

"French bird" sounds like "blackbird," right? Just a little? Maybe? I'm trying to explain to myself why I suddenly have "Blackbird" by The Beatles stuck in my head. As of late my friend Elly (you'll see more about this very girl in a few weeks' time) has been attempting to convince me that certain words sound like others when in fact they don't. Her favorite phrase is currently "Uganda dobby gureli!" because she claims it sounds like "You gotta stop it already!" She particularly enjoys saying it out of context. I digress. Back to French birds. 

My shirt and sunglasses are both French and my jacket is bird-like. That is my story. I've become quite skilled at telling really lame stories. Exhibit A right here. 

I'm pretty sure I've written about each article of clothing that I'm wearing in the below pictures at least once, so I'm going to link back to all of them 'cause I feel like it's time to reminisce. Today's the day that only happens every four years, so why not? Those two thoughts were completely unrelated, I just had to slip in the whole Leap Day thing somewhere. 

This is the last outfit taken of me in Lincoln Center during New York Fashion Week. 

Photos by Octavia Bürgel (now you know who she is!!!) 

Can you spot skraf man in the background? It's like Where's Waldo!

Top: Louis Vuitton (worn here)

Skirt: made by me (worn here and here, during last season's NYFW!)

Ostrich feather jacket: John Pappas Furs (worn here and here and here) via my grandma via her papa

Leopard print Converse: designed by me, made by Converse (worn here)

Sunglasses: some store in Nice, France (worn here)

A chilly wind did blow; 'twas quite a frigid day.

Caught mid-speech. This is what we would call "subtle ugly." Other examples of subtle ugly: pre-sneeze face, post-"Cheese!" face. 

People were probably wondering when I would take off. You know, as in fly away. I have wings, don't I? Okay, I guess bird jokes are over. 

On a completely different note, I was told that on 30 Rock, they said you're supposed to wear blue and yellow on Leap Day, so I did. It was like I was part of a secret group. An elite secret group. My friend Emma wore the two colors by accident today, so she must be really in tune with the stars and whatever. That fish cray. 


Tomorrow is March 1st, which means it's only 20 days until spring officially begins. That means within that period of time I will tell you about all the fancy makeup, accessory and hair trends for spring 2012: the season we've all been waiting for. This is it, guys. GET PUMPED. 

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Can I Have Your Closet: Octavia Bürgel

You may recognize her name from this blog because she takes my outfit photos occasionally. If you go to the same school as me, chances are you know Octavia. If you don't, you should. She is seriously one kool kat...who likes cats, but is also confused by them. We ask them "why?" but they tend to not respond. Octavia is half black, half German, and takes equal pride in both sides of her heritage. You go Glen Coco girl! She is enthusiastically celebrating Black History Month while simultaneously speaking German fluently. The latter fact probably explains the whole European style she has going on. Europeans are notoriously well-dressed, and she is definitely no exception. Fun fact: she loves the color yellow. Spring 2012 is going to be such a breeze.  So, Octavia Bürgel, answer me this: can I have your closet? Please? I'm not kidding.


Here's our little interview. She got her black jeans, btdubz, and I think she got something from Madewell. This info is slightly obsolete now...oops. 

Odelia: How would you describe your style?

Octavia: Okay, so I...hmm—I like simple things, I think, I like simple things, but I don't know...like, I don't really like things with too many things on them. That was really, really vague but it's true.

Odelia: Who are your fashion icons and who do you admire aesthetically?

Octavia: Um, okay. There's a lot. Hailee Steinfeld, 'cause she's so cool. Chloë Moretz, 'cause she's also so cool, and Alexa Chung, 'cause she's so cool. And, ugh, who was the other one...uh...A-O RIVER! [Laughs] Just puttin' that in, Portlandia quote! What—who are my style icons...I feel like there's one who I'm forgetting and I'm going to feel really guilty about that.

Odelia: Is it possibly Elle Fanning?

Octavia: She's really cool.

Odelia: If you remember, just like, shout it and I'll--

Octavia: I'll just shout it and be like “BLGALH!”

Odelia: Where are your favorite places to shop?

Octavia: J.Crew, and...Anthropologie and Madewell. I don't actually have anything from Madewell, but I like to go in and look at their things, 'cause they're pretty.

Odelia: If you could own one fashion-related item right now that you don't have, what would it be?

Octavia: Fashion-related item...an umbrella? No, I'm just kidding. I think it would be like, black jeans, 'cause I don't have any black jeans and I keep like, wanting them.

Odelia: Would you say that fashion is a big focus in your life?

Octavia: Yeah! I wanted to be a fashion designer for a really long time, like, starting when I was like, seven. And I kind of do, but like, not really, so it's kind of like, iffy, in the middle there. So yeah! I'm feeling really bad 'cause I know there's a person who I admire as a fashion person and I can't figure out who it is.

Odelia: Okay, let's think of things to jog your memory. Are they like, our age?

Octavia: No, I feel like this person is older. 'Cause I mean I already mentioned Hailee Steinfeld and she's so cool. Can I use a male style icon?

Odelia: Yeah!

Octavia: My dad. [Laughs]

Odelia: Anything else?

Octavia: Put a bird on it! Uh, Alison Mosshart: also really cool, and Bethany Consentino. I think that's her name. She's really cool. Also gingham is my favorite thing.

J-chillin' in Lincoln Center during Fashion Week with her mega cool anchor hat, Frye boots, striped shirt, corduroyalicious (does that not work?) skirt and Fjallraven backpack. 

Laughin' it up. I think I shouted "A-O River!" or something.

...And she's still laughing. It's probably not funny anymore. Except for the whole why cats thing (see above), that will always be hilarious. 

She should be in a Garnier Fructis commercial with that voluminous hair. 

Frye boots! For the longest time I thought people were saying "fried boots" and all I could think about was the episode of Spongebob where Mr. Krabs swallows the boots. I can quote that entire scene the same way I used to be able to recite the entire Bon Qui Qui video. No joke. 

I obviously have the most well-dressed friends ever. There are several more to come, don't you worry. This is going to become a weekly installment: every Monday, look for a new "Can I Have Your Closet." I've got 'em lined up all the way through April.


Thank God it's Friday, am I right? Wait...what? Crap.

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