Puppy Love

I never know what I should wear when I go visit my grandparents. The visit entails three hours in a car roundtrip, and minimal physical activity, and eating. How does one dress for such an event? I usually wear one of the same two dresses--tried and true for every family event ever, they must think I only own those two dresses and that's it--but last weekend I decided to switch it up and put on some real people clothing. Here's some photos my mom took of my outfit when the two of us went on a walk down to the beach with my grandpa and my grandparents' dog. 

[Photos by my mom, except the one of Daisy, which I took.]

Tank top: Forever 21

Skirt: thrifted

Jacket: Hamlet's Vintage

Boots: hand-me-downs from my cousin

Yes, that is a leash in my hand. I had to keep my eye on the pupster.

Also there's two pins on my chest from Amoeba Music in L.A.

Hey everybody!

Hogwarts pride.

Patch: Harry Potter World in Florida

NASA pride.

Patch: Smithsonian Air and Space Museum in D.C.

Okay I know it's really cheesy but my mom got me these keys and ya know what? I think they're really great because no one remembers often enough how important hope, courage, strength, and dreams are. 

My grandparents' adorable puppy, Daisy. She's such a spaznugget.

If you were wondering at all, yes, I will write about Fashion Week eventually. ...Someday....

Bon weekend, y'all

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Modern Design

A little while ago, I received an email about doing a sponsored post with a website called Modern Design. The deal was I'd get a ring made of tungsten and all I had to do was write about it. Obviously, I took the opportunity, because free things--despite what anyone tells you--ROCK. 

After poring over the website for hours trying to pick out the ring I wanted, 'cause decisions suck and everything was pretty and AHHHH, I finally enlisted the help of my mom, my sister, and Lola to give their opinions. I eventually decided on the ring you see pictured below, a badass ring with Roman numerals on it. Roman numerals remind me of a) Harry Potter (not too sure why but they just do) b) ...the ancient Romans.... c) ~intellectualism~ d) antiquity, and I like all those things. They have all been condensed into a piece of jewelry I can wear on my phalange of choice. 

[Photos taken by myself, with this snazzy new camera/video camera Lola's family gave me.]

Fingers are weird and bendy--why? 

Channeling the fierceness of Harry and the DA

My grandma's dining room table served as a perfect platform for my lil photoshoot.

Because I am silly I also threw in the bracelet my mom recently got me.

Heh heh EFF EVERYTHING!!!! 

Check out Modern Design's kick-ass jewelry by clicking HERE.

Have a fancy funky weekend, or have a weekend devoid of either of those adjectives. 

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Petra Attack

Hello Rea-dears, 

Sorry for the long hiatus. Lots and lots has been happening lately and I have not been able to blob. (No typo) But I do have the energy/time/focus at the moment to acknowledge one of the ladies/people that's inspiring me right now: Petra Collins, artist, photographer, curator. Some of you may know her work from Rookie Mag, or from the recent Internet-outburst over her vagina t-shirts being sold at American Apparel. I think Petra's t-shirts are empowering--having your period is a real thing that no one actually talks about, really truly, as is female masturbation (the fact that I have to refer to it as female masturbation to make sure people know what I'm talking about is right there a "nuff said")--not "disgusting" or "too much" or "ew." You want to degrade us for our anatomy? Then stop being so gad-dam squeamish about the part of our bodies that you think make us inferior. What I really want to say is, of course, stop thinking we're not equals, but I've made that pretty obvious on many occasions.

Something I love about all of Petra's work is that she often seeks to capture women and girls' vulnerabilities, and thus our strengths. Hiding truth and reality, whether they are accepted or expected or anything except what they are, does not make anyone strong--it makes them weaker for not being able to stand head-to-head with the inevitabilities of the world. You can shake in your boots and melt to the ground or burst at the seams, but if you reveal yourself, You, to the Universe, in whatever way that may be, you'll always be strong. I know this all seems out of place and irrelevant, but it's integral to understanding and appreciating the starkness, rawness, and ultimately the impact of Petra's photographs. 

Here are some photos I screen-shotted from Petra's website that I think exemplify what I was trying to explain above. 

[All photos by Petra Collins.]

What I noticed/why I chose this photo: Bra strap/unhooked bra

What I noticed/why I chose this photo: Self-scrutiny

What I noticed/why I chose this photo: Silent tears

What I noticed/why I chose this photo: Anger/gun/pink

What I noticed/why I chose this photo: "Make good decisions!"

What I noticed/why I chose this photo: Pubic hair

What I noticed/why I chose this photo: Armpit hair

What I noticed/why I chose this photo: Menstruation + braless-ness

I'll be back with some more original content soon but just hold ya horses.

~News update~ Also I met a cute puppy the other day and he was very soft.

PS I suggest reading this interview Petra did with Vice, because she explains and articulates herself well.

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Françoise S. McSass

In the past year or so, I've become really really good at procrastinating. I've become so good, in fact, that I've created new words that correlate with the form of procrastination I am participating in (ie procrastisnacking). This form of procrastination, right here, is a double-whammy: I'm avoiding doing my homework and I'm avoiding writing any of the blogposts I know will take more brain power than I'm willing to exert at the moment (basically more than one nanowatt per hour) (that's definitely not how you measure brain power). So, in light of my sick procrastination skillz, here's some mindless inspiration from one of my preferred French ladies, Françoise Hardy. 

Françoise is one of the classic '60s/'70s musicians: tall, blonde, bang-ed, skinny, glamorous, and sad. She's like the French Joni Mitchell. She's got a beautiful voice, a dolorous soul, and a knack for being so freaking French. 

...There's really not much else I can think to say about her. But you should listen to her music to get the whole picture. Here's some of my favorite songs of hers (not in any particular order):

1) Parlez-moi de lui

2) A quoi ça sert

3) Suzanne

4) J'aurais voulu

5) Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux

6) Toi je ne t'oublierai pas 

7) La rue des coeurs perdus

8) La mer les étoiles et le vent

Now you get to look at her pretty face and clothing. 

[Photos via the vast Interwebs]

Sass McSassypants

Sad...guitar....scalloped dress...knee socks...

Still sad

Eff you all, I ain't sad no more cuz now I'm sassy!!!

Probably still sad

but glamorous

Pensive 

and sad

and nice hat

Sassy

French

Still pensive 

but now wind-blown

Older, but still sassy-sad

I hope you found my interpretations to be accurate. 

Happy freaking Sunday lil bubs. 

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