stinkfist

i am in love with band t-shirts. there's nothing like pledging allegiance to your favorite band, whilst simultaneously making a fashion statement. 


the semester is almost done. i'm still in therapy. i'm still a fucking whore for all things clothes, and i'm still not sure how i want this blog to be. (i swear, i switch design schemes every two seconds. i'll get a normal rhythm eventually.)


things that i need in my closet very soon:

1. more jeans
2. lace tights
3. a non-shedding leopard print coat (thinking ahead)
4. a beige coat
5. a black maxi skirt
6. a colorful pleated maxi skirt
7. more cardigans!
8. graphic print tees/band tees
9. american apparel disco shorts

among many other things. i'm on a rick kick currently. H&M stepped up their game, because i previously thought only topshop had cute jewelry. cute jewelry that didn't cost so FUCKING much. $28 for a ring? like, for real though?

speaking of american apparel...this is the dress that got away. i should've bought that $40 sexiness when i had the chance. now it's out of my life forever. :(

picture circa 2010

hat: target. coat: H&M. shirt: gift. flannel: old navy. shorts: kmart. boots: kmart. rings: H&M. necklace: my brother's. oh sidenote: my friend said i looked like a sexy hobo in these pics. no reason to put that here with the outfit tags, but i just thought it was a cool description of my style that day. :3

neutered fruit

*i see i really like this pose.

spring break is finally here. for most people, that means going to awesome locales, having consequence-free sex with random strangers, and drinking until they can't remember their own names.

for me, it means sleeping in, watching television and playing the  sims all day, and generally being a lazy sack of shit.

i'm also getting my tats, changing my hair--i actually found purple extensions!--and chilling with my family. going well so far. i just wish my bro and my dad actually got along. 

good burger is on tv. last night, the cinematic masterpiece known as you got served was on HBO. what else? spice world. wow. i can't believe we used to dress/talk like that back in the day.

title inspired by st. vincent. this woman is a goddess, and i can't believe i haven't heard her album, strange mercy sooner. "neutered fruit" is probably my favorite track on the album besides "cruel" and "surgeon." she's good at beautiful builds, and seems to love the harmonic voice, mixed with her epic guitar solos. plus, i'm pretty sure it's about unrequited love, and i could write a book on that.

top: topshop. shorts: random. shoes: urban outfitters. cardigan: forever 21. earrings: H&M. 

apres 100

i normally don't care for those milestone posts. like, "OMG! this is my 100th post since i started!" and junk like that. because when can you even act like you're accomplishing a lot? do you celebrate 200? 500? 1000? i just post whenever i feel like it (which is hopefully going to be more frequent) and do what i can.  no need for milestones, but the title is actually my internal thought process thinking of that kick ass regina spektor song "apres moi." 

the week is always hectic. the week is filled with petty problems at work, self-doubt, negativity, stressing over class, my grades, my future, etc. i'm always most pleased when i can crawl into my somewhat comfy bed, cuddle with my stuffed bunny--don't act like y'all don't still sleep with a stuffed animal. it takes the place of a human being pretty well until i cross that bridge--and watch the big bang theory episodes on my laptop. i don't necessarily like to go out and party as much anymore. they usually consists of the drunken antics of college kids set the soundtrack of brostep. no thanks. plus, i don't have that many friends anyway--still trying to work on that--so my solitude is fine for now. though it gets annoying at times, like tame impala said, solitude is bliss.

new ideas on the horizon: new tattoos (the strange and beautiful tat i was talking about in this post. i also want new hair extensions. in purple. i think this girl looks amazing with purple hair.

gawd, i'm weird. also want a nose ring. no septum--ouch.--just a regular captive bead ring in my nose. what the fuck, right? do what feels good to you because other people certainly do what they want.


sweater: H&M. skirt: H&M. tight: new look UK. boots: doc martens. earrings: topshop. watch: urban outfitters

hold tight london

if anyone keeps up with these song titles, i congratulate you. it means you read this blog more than i do. (^_^)


my friend said i look like jessie j wearing this outfit. granted, he is a hipster-y looking gay guy with a very huge hard-on for miss j, but nonetheless, i guess i have to take it as a compliment because homegirl has pretty decent style.

i was playing around with the settings on lookbook. no, you can't see me because i'm dark as hell, but it kind of reminded me of the cover of the cults' first cd. 


i'm going to champaign to see le bestie. sometimes, a girl needs to get the fuck out of her room and go hang with drunk people, ya know? i've been so happy that this day is over. two classes, from 9 to 6, and i am totally pooped. my eyelids weigh a ton, and the colbert report is in the background as i write this. and while i was sort of on the subject of lookbook, whose dick do you have to suck to get a decent amount of hype? i see people on there who take the most boring, unoriginal pictures, and they have like 1000 hype, while i'm sitting in the corner with my little 4 hype, glad when i get a new notification. UGH. whatever. nobody likes my style. fine. (i totally just whined like a little kid there. but whatever.)


jacket: my mom's! uk sweater: forever 21. skirt: H&M. tights: mom's! shoes: converse. necklace: forever 21
*title inspired by the chemical brothers

need you now

a few days ago, i thought i'd be a weirdo and wear socks and heels. these are probably the first pair in a long time that actually don't hurt. thank you, oddly genetically constructed stompers.


lately, everything has been so crazy. i remember being in high school, singing fall out boy into my television remote and being super excited for the future. i talked on the phone with my best friend about how we hated our neighborhood and envied girls who went to non-shitty high schools. the girls who took flights to rome as class trips and didn't have to count on fingers and toes how many fights they'd witnessed in the past few weeks. girls with hot boyfriends who didn't catcall chicks by calling out "ay girl! ay! where you goin, ma?" 


now here i am, 2 colleges later, wondering where the hell my life went. i was scared of the future before i went to college, and now, just a year away from this all being over, i'm even more terrified. why does life have to move so fast? 


as crazy as this sounds, i'd give anything to be a teenager again. because that's honestly how i still feel. i'm still awkward. still shy. still a hopeless romantic. still blissfully unaware of how cold this world is. still over-analytical of damn near everything. still...you get the idea.


*sighs*


top: H&M. jeans: H&M. boombox necklace: forever 21. socks: urban outfitters. shoes: urban outfitters.

there's this theory i'm working on

beret: H&M
necklace: topshop
top: american apparel
coat: H&M


okay, so this is the theory that i have come up with, when it comes to the hierarchy of clothing stores. it's sort of something like this:

• Rainbow - cheap, ugly, skanktastic clothing only consumed by minorities. Lots of "clubwear."
• Wetseal - Same as Rainbow, but a step above, since everyone knows what it is.
• Charlotte Russe - Still cheap, but somewhat classy. Middle ground between Wetseal and A'Gaci.
• A'Gaci - Forever 21's wanna-be little sister.
• Forever 21 - Acceptable, cheap fashion mecca for everyone, despite the sweatshop claims, supposed copyright infringement, and obvious religious affiliation. 
• H&M - Totally acceptable amongst the fashionista set. Good enough to have designers submit their expensive clothes, cheap enough to solicit visitors with their promises of $5 this and $10 that.
• Urban Outfitters - For the hipsters who think they're cool because they paid $75+ for something that looks like it costs way cheaper. Probably have no idea that the outlet exists.
• American Apparel - They barely ever have sales and expect everyone to drop serious cash on a lame stirrup-legginged bodysuit. Tread carefully.
• Topshop - H&M's cooler older sister. This bitch went to college, had at least four different boyfriends, and a life-altering epiphany that made her who she is today. Fucking expensive, and probably only for the richer set. Expect $50 shorts and $100 pairs of jeans if you so desperately want to look like Rihanna.

the look

* blazer: H&M
* dress: H&M
* necklace: Forever 21
* watch: Bongo (chrimbus gift!)
* boots: jeffrey campbell


i took these pictures on chrimbus because the fam decided to go to church all randomly. it was so boring. i really hate church. not only because i don't believe in god, but its geriatric central. everybody there is old, all the men are old--and i know they're all freaks even though the bible denounces anyone having any sort of desire to have sex--and the women wear those weird hats that block the views of people sitting behind them. not only that, but the young people who DO go--and it's not a lot--usually look so out of place and judgemental. 


in other news...


i visited the urban outfitters surplus in chicago. oh. em. GAWD. the place is already crawling with deals, but everything in the store was half the fuck off. for four hours, i scoured the store, braved the hour-long line that stretched far back to the fitting room (which was in the back of the store, btw), and came back with a gold mine. i'll focus on the shoes for now, though, as i got THREE pairs, all fully functional, cute, and more importantly, affordable.

i've been needing a mary jane shoe for a while. i've been lusting after a wooden heeled shoe after i saw the chloe sevigny for opening ceremony boots that i was lusting after but naturally too broke to afford. i also needed some heels to make my jeans look better. voila. three birds obliterated with one proverbial stone.

typical me error: i left the facking wrapping bits on the shoe. grrr.

python booties. will admit, i didn't want them at first because they looked a little tacky, but then i thought of the interesting touch they could add to all my outfits, (plus the fact that they were ten dollars) and i got them! they kind of remind me of cowboy boots, but in ankle boot form.

ahhh yes. men's classic brogues. i cannot wait to wear these babies with jeans, flirty dresses, and with tights paired with skirts. absolutely dig wingtips. the masculine trend is one of the best IMO, because the menswear is such an unexpected and chic trend when done correctly.

and here's the video that inspired my title. i haven't been feeling metronomy since their album nights out, but i might give their new one, the english riviera a listen after this song. 

A$$

* top: H&M

* maxi skirt: H&M

*rings: (white) H&M (stone) Forever 21

* earrings: don't remember

* necklace: Forever 21 (from my Cali trip!)

* boots: Forever 21

working for one week today, and then hightailing it the fuck back to the crib. 

lemme step on a proverbial soapbox for one second: i am aware that i have a big ass. my friends point it out all the time. so does my mom. i get it. and whenever i wear something tight, they don't hesitate to point it out. and while i am proud of my round derriere, which is all natural, and which was acquired by doing absolutely NOTHING on my part--one of my friends asked if do squats, to which i quickly replied no--i feel like people automatically think you're a whore if your ass is always poking out.

i can't help that my ass is big, and i don't think i should have to wear baggy jeans just so others won't assume that i'm a skank. i'm completely aware that girls who wear tight shit are automatically seen as whores, which is why i try to balance what i wear: if i'm wearing something tight on top, i'll have on a loose bottom, and vice versa. its about playing with extremes so you don't look too sexy or too plain. i like dressing the way i do--which i don't think is slutty at all, and i think it's stupid that people judge you because of your body type. i can't help that i have a fat ass. if i was skinny, no one would even make these comments.

*steps off soapbox

wait, i just realized this:

ASSume. hehe.

sikamikanico

* vest: stolen from my mom 

* dress: H&M

*mesh top/dress: American Apparel

* shoes: Jeffrey Campbell

just got back from a small family get together, and now i am le pooped. SO FUCKING HAPPY to be home after finals are now over. one month of chillness, though i'm working next week. whatever. that's money to be made. no fault in that. 

i am absolutely IN LOVE with the red hot chili peppers. it's getting a bit out of hand. i just ordered a t-shirt, their poster, and an hour ago, bought their oral/visual history book. 

I'M FUCKING TROLLING THEM.

as if that wasn't enough, i'm damn near in love with the bassist, michael peter balzary, AKA flea. i'm such a fangirl. 

*swoons*

anyways, obsessing over. here's my inspired song from the title. i had no idea that wayne's world used this song in their movie, when wayne and cassandra are listening to music in his car. makes me love that movie 3x more.

east harlem

* bustier: thrift

* leo scarf: idk

* sunglasses: forever 21

* skirt: H&M

* boots: forever 21

i wore a denim vest over my bustier to be modest. if i wasn't around my fam, i woulda chucked that shit off the moment i could.

got a phone upgrade to this bootleg blackberry. it'll do. must say it is better than my old phone, a samsung impression. you send 10 texts, and then your phone acts like it has no reception and you have to power off and on to keep sending texts. #lame. and it sucks around crowds. #evenlamer.

the countdown is STILL on. 3 more days. no i am not counting this one. expect more fashiony fashion-ness in los angeles.

she

gonna do a quick post before going to sleep. i intended to post this days ago, but i'm lazy. *kanye shrugs* sue me.

so much has been going on. ok, that's a lie. i've been wasting my life on tumblr, watching old lizzie mcguire episodes on youtube, and anxiously waiting until i go to california with my bestie.

YES THAT'S RIGHT BITCHES I'M GOIN TO CALIFORNIA

AND I'M HELLA EXCITED

LIKE REAL EXCITED

i've never been on a plane before and this will be awesome. one whole week of acting dumb in los angeles with my friend! one week away from the parents and from the boringness of illinois before i start school at columbia college.

oh yeah, i forgot to mention i transferred. my old school wasn't doing it for me. 2 more years there sounded like a death sentence.

so now i'm there, studying journalism and if i'm lucky fashion journalism. hellz yeah.

for extra measure, i'll throw in this stupid picture.

* jacket: thrift

* shorts: H&M

* t-shirt: random because it's a t-shirt

*shoes: bare feet shoes...and they fucking hurt

* sunglasses: H&M

*earrings: random beauty supply store

and the inspiration behind the title...

before and after

the idea starts out on my bed after leaping from my brain...

...and morphs into the real thing.

* maxi dress - H&M

* bag - my mom's/vintage

* earrings - Forever 21

* boots - Forever 21

* belt - my mom's

;)

the downfall of us all

Took a trip to the North Avenue beach yesterday in Chicago with the girls.











He jumped into the photo before he went to the bathroom. We have no idea who this guy is, but he kept looking at us, so I guess he wanted us to remember him. Not bad looking, either.



The water was SO cold, but refreshing. I really love this picture my friend took. Her mohawk is sick.



I was going for glam-casual. I knew the graphic print tee would be a good cover-up, so I added shorts, summer sandals, and the jacket to dress it up a bit. (I had no idea I was posing by a garbage can, by the way.)



NOM, NOM, MOTHERFUCKING NOM.

The beach was a good time. Besides the rude bike riders and run-ins with pigeons, sand, and the occasional football/frisbee/volleyball, we all had fun.

Lollapalooza finally released the day-by-day line-up. Must say, it's...meh.



As you can see, the only people who matter are boxed. Looks like I'm going on the Friday date, even if my best friend wants to see MGMT on the Sunday date.

What do you guys think of this year's lineup?