Monday, June 18, 2012

Hello Sweetie










UO top, Levi's acid wash jeans, new york & company bracelet. 

I paid for that one-off silly idea of mine to write something (or rather, beg someone to write) on my back. Wearing a tank top around my home, my friend comes over and asks me "what's that on your back?!" The punch line is that the photoshoot was, like, a couple days ago. I had no idea I'd been walking around with "Hello Sweetie" still written there, albeit faded. I figured it had come off in the showers since. Moral: don't trust showers. Have the same person you bothered to write something on you remove it quickly thereafter. Because explaining why you desired the words "Hello Sweetie" on your back because it's a perfect reference to your favorite TV show and you wanted a crazy way to introduce your upcoming ideas just won't cut it.

I feel like the moment I have it in writing, I'm officially obligated to do it. So I'm not eager to marry myself to a project before I have everything set in stone.

But I may or may not be "cosplaying" of sorts soon (I shudder to introduce my idea in such way - cons/conventions come to mind with overweight men dressed in Sailor Moon costumes). And by cosplay, I mean invent an outfit that is a perfect reference to a costume that is also equally acceptable to wear in public/everyday - "inspired by" is the key phrase I've been using. You heard me right. Clearly with my shift in focus for this blog, I'm willing to experiment and be a little unorthodox. Plus, I've grown up a geek, been called that my whole life, it's time I embrace it and do something uncalled for with that part of my history. 

Speaking of nerdy things, this shirt kind of makes me feel like a villain out of Star Trek with it's high collar and block-y design. Maybe I'm still in the sci-fi geek mode...This is the first time I've worn pants on this blog in a long, long time. I just noticed that. Huh. 

If you consult google with the quote on my back and the hint I've used, you should be able to deduce exactly what I'm referencing. I will except all "geek", "nerd", "dork", or any variation of sorts in the comments below. doo wee wooooo....

-H. 


Thursday, May 31, 2012

Dilettante










Top - thrifted (banana republic), skirt - Urban Outiffters, tights - don't remember, shoes - nine west, peter pan collar - f21, origami stock photos @ http://www.sxc.hu/, 




noun 1. a person who takes up an art, activity, or subject merely for amusement, especially in a desultory or superficial way; dabbler.
2. a lover of an art or science, especially of a fine art.

~

I feel like I'm very slowly and meticulously 'finding my niche' in this industry and it's simultaneously helping me discover myself on some level.

Let me explain the significance of 'the niche': when I first started this blog, I had all the support in the world from my friends and family. One of the most guiding pieces of advice I was given was to find a way to break a mold, find a specialized niche that is completely of your own invention - let's face it, there's a million beautiful girls out there with their own unique sense of style who want to share it with the world. That's great. Power to you. But if you don't differentiate yourself from the next girl, your style and personality are just going to be washed under the rushing sea of the rest of the community. I find myself saying these sort of things when giving style advice* to other girls: don't do that, it's too mainstream. Meh, it's been done before. I consider myself a snob in this manner, but how else are trends made if you're not a little daring and stubborn?

*I think that's the biggest perk of the blog. Somehow running one translates to people I know remotely anything about fashion/style. So I get told often "I'm gonna make you my shopping buddy!" Sure, if you want someone to tell you how mainstream something looks and suggest something else that looks terrifying on the hanger to you, I'm your girl. (That being said, I really should concoct a formula/blog post about how to shop in thrift stores, because that's what I keep running into - people who like the idea of buying reused, but have no idea where to start.)

Having just constructed a very snotty argument about not wearing conventional trends, I bring myself to talk about the peter pan collar - ok, ok, it is a trend right now, BUT I firmly believe it's one that I will stick with because A. I've always loved them and their childlike quality. B. With my hair, it superficially makes me feel like some sort of 60's mod and thus gets me one step closer to time travel. C. collars in general are decorative palettes to me. (I've been in the habit lately of taking clip-on earrings and putting them on my collars. Expect a blog with one soon.) and lastly, D. because they're such a trend now, I'm able to find them everywhere I go, whereas before, I was on eBay a few months back looking at some from Hong Kong. I just saved myself a bunch of shipping and handling.


-H.

When I have my own magical castle I call home, I'm totally doing this. 


Friday, May 18, 2012

Secrets, secrets are no fun.

Cardigan - J.crew factory, shirt - f21, shorts - DIY thrifted, necklace - f21 clearance wooot, journal - gift!







Meet Secrets. 

She's the shy little journal I take with me everywhere I go. She is the vessel for the one off, crazy ideas that come into my head before I pull a Kubla Kahn and am interrupted before I can finish my thoughts (that Coleridge poem has become the irony of my life.) Just the notion of someone snatching her from me and dissecting her content makes me shutter. Some of these ideas are bizarre even to me after a second glance, not to mention these are the barest essentials of things I find meaningful. Secrets would, of course, make very little sense to the outside perspective - I fear if I were forced to explain to someone what I meant by what I wrote at times, the value of having Secrets would be eradicated. Everything in  Secrets is like an abbreviation for an even bigger idea, or contributes to a higher purpose. Some nights I keep her by my bed and when I can't sleep, I'll write what I'm thinking about. Most of it is undecipherable handwriting, and not being able to remember what I was thinking about at odd hours of the night doesn't help break the code.

That seems to be the nature of most facets of inspiration these days - it's something gently realized as in a passing observation that rings truer and truer the more it's pondered. I don't understand these poets and writers who produce multitudes of stories, each with dimensions of plot that entertain sub-concepts when I feel like I use the same word too often. I only call a poem or story finished when I've given up the chase of expressing my idea in the realest translation possible. 

Someone told me Leonard Da Vinci wrote his to-do lists in his journals opposite the first draft sketches of his major masterpieces. While I juggle the heftier concerns of my artistic development,  I wonder about what I'll wear. My closet is like a puzzle that has no finished product, I just keep rearranging the pieces until I like what I see. I guess I do this with stories and poems too. Some days it comes easier than others. I just have to make the most of the days that count. 

Everyone needs a Secret in their life. Mine was a gift, and its one that continues to give. These pages are like mirrors where you can learn about the strangest ways the human mind ticks and tocks. 

-H. 





Monday, May 14, 2012

In and Out of Focus




top - banana republic (thrifted), skirt - j.crew factory, tights - new york & company, necklace - vintage


 You'll have to forgive me because I'm still learning the in's and out of my new birthday present, the tripod. These shots were mainly experimental on both the aspects of angling and camera settings. But I think I have a better grasp than what I started out with - somehow in my mind, I thought that since I now have my own camera and tripod the laws of science would bend for me but lighting is still the greatest foe of the photography world....I have not yet mastered that.

In happy news, I ended my insane six classes this semester with all A's and a B in Biology (I told you, science and I aren't friends...) and decided to regroup before I embarked on summer classes to finish up my degree. Plus, I thought this would be an opportune time to take this blog places where I would like to see it go, to grow exponentially and really have time to devote to these virtues.

It's wonderful to breathe again. But even more, it's wonderful to feel aspirations again. When we have countless obligations, what we really want to do for ourselves becomes tragically trampled - especially when what we want to do is better ourselves, or tend to our own happiness and well being. I get truly captivated by the ideas I come up with on a whim. It's a wonderful thing to feel like, "hey! I can do this and it would be cool!" 

I have tutorials upon tutorials to guide me through better portrait taking. This really reflects just how much emphasis I'm putting on myself these days - I can now fully rely on just myself to get what I need done and that's much safer. If I believe in myself, I should be able to rely on myself. It feels like for most of my journey in this blog, one or other element has been off balance in this scale where equilibrium is success. More proof that everything in life isn't handed to you, you have to build upon something to become greater. 

Being 20 feels strange. For the build up to my birthday, I did my best to avoid thinking of it for the duration. It's hard to express my feelings towards turning this age, but I struggle with age and numbers that determine maturity. 

Just waiting on the weather to improve before I experiment with the tripod and camera, i.e. the tools of my new trade.

-H. 



Thursday, March 22, 2012

Tie Dye Minimalist

Dress - c/o Sugarlips Apparel, shoes - Nine West, earrings - UO 



Look at this fabulous dress Sugarlips gave me!!! My very first gift from an online fashion store. You have no idea how bad I wanted to squee all over my blog when I first got the email. It's always fantastic to be offered gifts, but to be offered a high quality, amazing item that you would have picked out for yourself had you discovered it on your own? Priceless.




And of course, the dress arrived on a difficult monday, made my day all the better. I can't paint a clearer picture than to tell everyone my room was a mess when I received the package - I'm pretty sure I paired the dress with every piece of clothing I owned. But then it occurred to me - less is more (a philosophy I have a hard time adopting some days.) If you can put intricate earrings (there goes that Edie Sedgwick inspiration again) with a dress that speaks for itself, you don't need volumes of accessories or other add ons.




I could have really gone buck wild with the photos, as me and my photographer traveled around for an entire afternoon to find *the* best shot. But I held back. With much difficulty.

Unfortunately, the dress is currently sold out. But here are some other items I fell in love with (click on the picture):







As you can see, they have a really diverse collection and I'm sitting here thinking of at least 20 different ways you could wear each item. Pretty cool, huh?

-h.


Thursday, March 15, 2012

Ombre lips

sweater - f21, button up - thrifted, leggings - UO, shoes - thrifted 

Don't be fooled, this photoshoot was taken in extremely windy weather and was absolutely freezing. All the outtakes were hilarious, my contacts were so dry because of the wind I look like I'm going crazy very slowly and I'm side-eyeing everyone...


Let it be known I'm obsessed with elbow patches. Obsessed. I've been wearing this sweater in all sorts of variations lately....Also I live in button ups. Just saying. Great for layering. But you knew that.



These past few weeks have been very difficult for me, not to make you pity me. You know the saying "when it rains, it pours"? My rainy life weather has been challenging the Richter scale, frankly. I wish I could tell you I've remained positive and optimistic. But what I have discovered is that sometimes when life sucks supremely, there are small "happy moments" life provides. I wore this outfit to college a few weeks ago. I have a long tread to my first morning class, over several flights of stairs and across the entire camp. It's a very lonely time, an optimal condition for daydreaming/dwelling on insecurities. While I was making my way up my final flight of stairs this random guy passed me and said, "excuse me, but were you the girl wearing those crazy black tights the other day?" it took me a second to register what he was talking about, but I remembered I wore this outfit recently so it must have been what he was talking about. He then proceeded to tell me "I could be a model" which left me with a smile for the next 15 minutes. I told him not model, but fashion blogger. You just have to take reassurance where you can get it, I guess. (What vanity...)



Also: OMBRE LIPS. Thank you, Nylon, for inspiring me. When I thought about attempting this, I was immediately bombarded by the memory of my childhood halloween costume of Queen Amidala from Star Wars...Remember those crazy red and white lips? I kept smearing mine throughout halloween night. I figured with ombre lips, I'd wind up doing the same thing. But nope. I've mastered the art of not pressing my lips together.

Perhaps a clearer picture of what I had in mind....I have a feeling this won't be the last you see of ombre lips. 

-h.