How Awesome

My Parents Were Awesome has awesome vintage photographs that showcase awesome style. Isn't that awesome?

What tickles me is that not one of these outfits would look out of place on the street nowadays. In fact, the one on the upper left looks totally modern to me. It's true what they say - fashion recycles. In case you didn't realize it or something.

I am busy with school, but happy. Thanks for your patience, loves!

SHOES

Ahem, how amazing were the shoes at McQueen?

PRETTY FREAKING AMAZING!

That is all.

In Which I Demonstrate That I Still Wear Clothes

Hi gang.

It's getting pretty freaking chilly out. My cold-weather uniform hasn't changed much from last fall. I wore this outfit to a comedy show at the campus coffee house. (Yes, I am the girl in the picture. I did not go to college and get a sex change.)

(Hat: Target. Flannel: Target men's. Faux leather jacket: H&M.)

The cool part of this photo is that I didn't tweak the lighting or coloring at all. My crappy phone camera just came through for once.

What has changed is that instead of wearing my motorcycle boots (don't worry, they're still a staple of my footwear collection), I wore these adorable suede All Stars purchased, as apparently most of my outfit was, from Target. I love them. So comfy, too.

Another part of the outfit that isn't visible in the picture is these great Rivet De Cru jeans that I was sent to review over the summer. I've been meaning to write about them for ages, 'cause they'd win hands-down in a coolness battle with all my other jeans. Seriously. I mean, they have black studs on them, a laid-back grey color, and a perfect fit. Well, now that I've had them hemmed at least. My legs aren't that long. Sheesh. I'm not Chanel Iman. Or Iman, for that matter. I'm pretty sure each of those models has legs the length of my entire body.

Eh? Eh? Check out them studs on the seam above the pockets. Ain't life grand?

Actually, ain't fashion grand? I mean, have you seen the results of this current Fashion Month? I knew something was up when I was staring at Style.com for hours, muttering phrases involving the words "stunning" and "want" over and over again.

Win

Why hello, you lovely dolls.

I thought I'd let y'all know that college is treating me well. My classes are interesting, I'm making tons of cool friends, I joined a few clubs (am watching Lagerfeld Confidential with the Fashion Design Club on Thursday, woot!), and am generally happy.

Of course, my success here was sucked into insignificance when I saw this little snapshop on Altamira NYC.

So much win it almost hurts. I am thoroughly enamored with each of these girls, both through their blogs and excellent personal style. Also, I am jealous of Tavi because I wish I were anywhere near as cool at age 13. Or now, even. How does she do it? (Okay, I realize Tavi got cut off, and I do not have time to fix this. So click on the link above the pic to see her awesomeness.

Ahem. Back to, um, studying. 'Cause why would I do anything other than studying on a Friday night? I am a college student, for your information. That's what we do. Cough cough. Ahem.

So...

(Photo of me taken by my friend Sherry.)

Well, munchkins, this is it. I'm not done with this blog yet (although I realize the frequency of my posting leaves something to be desired), but I am done with this stage of my life. Tomorrow morning, bright and (way too) early, I will finally begin my freshman year at Brandeis University. I'm not sure what this will mean in terms of my blog, but I'm not willing to bring my little chunk of the internet to a close even despite the busy days I know await me. You'll be hearing from me again.

Thanks for sticking with me. It means more than you'd ever realize.

Stay stylish, sweet things.

That Mystery Girl

Hi gang.

I am occupied by a mystery.

A few years ago, a friend of mine (who was in Spain at the time) mailed me a letter. Inside the letter, she enclosed a cut-out from a magazine she had recently flipped through. The cut-out looked like this:

Now, you wouldn't think this was anything special unless you knew what I looked like. But as it turns out, the model in the ad is the spitting image of me. I mean seriously, I'm sure her nose is smaller than mine if you look at it from the side (she is a model after all), but from the way she looks in this picture, we could be twins. In fact, a good friend of mine once saw the ad sitting on my desk and scolded me for failing to tell them I had been doing modeling. Which I hadn't. But you get the idea.

Anyway, I tried to look up the model, but I couldn't even read the name of the brand the ad was for. So I gave up. But I rediscovered this ad in a pile of papers earlier this week, and today I saw a girl in a Stussy shirt in August's Nylon and realized that Stussy was in fact the mystery brand.

Stussy turns out to have a fairly comprehensive website full of old ads, most of which I like a whole lot. It's actually worth a look, what with campaigns shot by the likes of Juergen Teller, Kenneth Cappello, and Terry Richardson.

But alas - the girl with the parrot is not to be found. She is remains an enigma.

Anyone know who she is? Any ideas?

Eeeee!

Think back, dear children, back to a time when we were young and free. Let the nostalgia sweep over you, memories holding your mind hostage in the past even as your body is stuck firmly in the present. Remember that time, back when I was posting more frequently, when I excitedly announced that Anna Sui - pretty much my favorite designer ever - would be creating a collection for Target. Ah yes, those were the days.

Ahem, anyway, the preview photos are out and they look great - very Anna Sui, not hugely watered down - so I declare that these, in fact, are the days. No more longing for the past, grasshoppers, when the collection is very lovely and funky and increasingly real in the present/future.

I would like to add one more thing: YAY!

More photos here. What do you think?