It's Been a While

Well. It has. That whole school/work/school/work things consumed the majority of my time. However now I am focusing more on myself. Step 1. keep blog updated. Step 2. launch website. Yes. Since my last post I have been building a website for myself and hope to launch it in January. But anyways, this blog isn't about me. It's about art, fashion, music, Sister Act II. The important things in life. So here is the new KENZO campaign video. Enjoy.

Bestow my heart. Whoooooooooopi.

'Lil sassy Lauren Hill, and Whoopi as an undercover nun? Oh, my precious heart. On a sad, rainy day in the Northwest, all one has to do is  pop in their VHS (be kind, rewind) or just take a look here and witness the lovely that is RYAN TOBY.  And suddenly, sun will shine through your window and kittens will arrive on your doorstep. Trust me.

If I could go back to the Catholic high school I never attended, it would be this one. And mama could NEVER tell me I couldn't sing. But watching this, I just want to say "you can do it lil guy!" and then at minute 1:40, he vocally punches the audience in the face. Triumph for those who lack self confidence, even when they are truly extraordinary. Take a lesson from Ryan Toby's character Ahmal and be confident in your talents and express them.

Life lessons. Handed out Cat-holic styyyyyyyyyle.

Take a look. In a book.

So along with this here blog, I've been posting street style pics, of lil 'ol me, on lookbook.nu/ewd84520. If you'd be a dandy, please check out my posts and channel your inner Rosie to my Sophia Grace and "hype" me. Please and thank you. 

Most recent...

Mountains. Check. Denim+denim. Check. Far off-stare. Check. 

Meow mix.

Cats. And things that go bump in the night. 

Meow. 

*images pinterest.com/ewd/ and solestruckmens.tumblr.com/

Hi. My name's Ann.

On a windy day in mid-August, Ann sat across from me in a tiny swedish cafe. While sipping cafe patron, Ann wore a simple black v-neck tee. Casually draped over, was a chain-link vest, adorned with tiny, bejeweled skulls. Ann's legs appeared to be painted a chrome color but upon further inspection,  were actually a silver legging. Ann's platform sneakers added about 5 inches, and reminded me of Baby Spice, in all her Spice World glory. Jewelry covered Ann's hands and wrists, while a perfectly circular pair of sunglasses adorned Ann's face. Who is this "Ann" I'm describing? Ann Drogyny.

As I left the house this morning, I realized my outfit could have easily been worn by an effeminate man. Or a man who just likes v-necks, skinny jeans, spiky boots and varsity jackets. Either way, I have no problem, but  began to realize how prominent androgyny is in current street-fashion. Mens-wear is womens-wear. Vice versa. Vini vedi vici. Carpe diem. Salute!

                     ^^^^^^^^    

                       Have I proved my point?

*photos courtesy of http://solestruckmens.tumblr.com bulletmedia.com and thesartorialist.com

Outdoors. Indoors.

Installations by the talented Susie Macmurray.

*images courtesy of ineedaguide.blogspot.com

Acid trip.

Warning: please do not watch if epileptic. I'm only 20% kidding. This film for MSGM by Luca Finotti makes my mind dizzy, but I can't look away. The colors, patterns, beautiful people. It's all quite captivating.  I'm inspired to deck myself out in head to toe floral. And casually hang with my friends in nurseries (not the baby kind).  

Please watch responsibly. 

*http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dm4MjKmikJ8&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Googlies.

While filtering through my instagram pics, I found the following post...

At that exact moment, I JUST SO happen to be in an art supply store, and was feeling inspired, so I brought home several packs of googlies.

My new pin went from casual revolver to revolver with an attitude!

Sad about going back to school kids? Goog-ify that shit.

Moms, are your children not getting their daily butter consumption? GOOG-IFY. 

I hope you have been inspired and will begin your own discoveries in goog-ifying everything you own. 

Bearded lady.

Yes. I was the youngest. And yes, I was the only girl. So I was inevitably told I was adopted and my real mother was the bearded lady at the circus. I only half believed my brother. However, the other day I stumbled upon the following photo and began to wonder... which bearded lady would have been my mom?

So there are the classic examples... to which I ask "are you my momma?"

And then there are the more contemporary options...

If I had to choose, although we all know we can't choose our family (we love them regardless), I would have to go with Mr. T. He'd definitely take care of his babies, and kick ass along the way.  Although, in this scenario, Angie COULD be my dad... Woah. Too much.

I will leave you with that.  Oh. And... I dedicate this to my eldest brother. Thanks for the inspiration, years down the road. 

fuckyeahfemmes.com  candylandreality.tumblr.com  wikipedia: bearded lady  flickhivemind.net  Beyonce & Angelina: freakingnews.com  morgue.isprettyawesome.com  

Le1f.

Talent. Talent. Talent. That's pretty much all you need to know.

Can I be him when I grow up? Pretty please.

*video courtesy of http://youtube.com

Saturday themed things.

What a lovely Saturday it has been. Sun shining. Surrounded by all things old, dusty and somewhat creepy. Le sigh. What else does a girl need in life?

Ah. To live in a trailer circa 1960. How dreamy. Until you realize there's no bathroom.

Oh. And a few babies. To haunt your dreams.

And finally, my finds of the day. Keepin' it American with eagles and guns. And spiders...

Install. Ations.

My tiny mind is overwhelmed by the creativity and sheer detail these artists incorporate into their work.  Note to self: register for welding 101 and hope some day to develop as much talent as these folks.

Rook Floro

Valerie Hegarty

Anthony Gormley

*all images courtesy of http://ineedaguide.blogspot.com

Holy F.

I am blown away.  Celion Dion. V Magazine. Editorial. Homegirl killed that shit. I'm otherwise speechless.

              

Texty bastard.

Whether it be the typography, graphics or the content, these are just a few of my choice graphics. To offer inspiration.

I could continue this texty affair. But there's always another time. 

Our inner child.

I can't help but notice my style has regressed. Not saying that I'm wearing pleated khakis and my brothers hand-me-downs, but my inner 13-year-old is definitely making a play in my fashion decisions. Friendship bracelets. Neons nails. Letterman jackets (although, due to my inability to coordinate my arms and legs, I never lettered. Let's not talk about it). Pink hair. Bedazzled shoes. It's all quite on point in the fashion realm, and honestly, I've had more fun styling now more than ever. Let's have a look see.

And yes.  That's my stuffed Boo. 

True.

Oh hey.

Clsterfck: /ˈklʌst.ə(ɹ)ˌfʌk/It's simple.  All things fashion, music, design, whatever else I like. In one place. All at once. No ryhme or reason. Confusing or chaotic posts. I suppose.

Used in a sentence: This blog is a clusterfck of ideas. And I like it.

I hope that all makes no sense. If so. Success.