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. 

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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!

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                       Have I proved my point?

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