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some things look better inside of the store.

Listening to: K-OS — FlyPaper

…But not these things! Sometimes it upsets me when I realize how fun I find mindless consumerism. But then I think, “Ooh, stuff!”  and stop worrying about it. I am deep.

For example, I spent the past three days trying really hard to spend three dollars on a milkshake, but the place was never open when I wanted some milky caloric goodness. Finally, thanks to a scheduling fluke (as in, how I spent most of this morning leaving really short classes), I finally got my Oreo milkshake. Now, I understand that it doesn’t seem that interesting once typed into blog post format, but, trust me, earlier this morning that milkshake was of vital importance to my existence.

But, of course, that is far from the most important thing I purchased today. No, that would be the Dec/Jan 2011 issue of Pop’Africana, which is a fashion/art/culture magazine for the African diaspora and, quite frankly, needs to come out more often. I was incredibly lucky that I found and was able to order it today, seeing as the pre-order deadline for the latest issue is midnight. Here’s a sample of work from the editor, Oroma Elewa:

Sick, no?

Also, as I’d sorta-promised earlier, an outfit. The lighting in my room was surprisingly not-ugly this morning, so I snapped a photo after breakfast:

it’s uncomfortabling out here.

Listening to: Mates Of State — Get Better

This morning it was neither snowing nor sleeting. So we decided that it was “uncomfortabling,” because it was very. Tonight, though, we’re supposed to get 20-ish inches/ 50cm of snow between now and midday tomorrow, so it will be more “impossibling” by then. At photography class today, we spent ten minutes trying to figure out the MSN weather app, and then I was dismissed.

Also today I presented my proposal for an independent study (in novel-editing), which OMG GOT ACCEPTED and was probably the most nerve-wracking ten minutes of my recent life. My new military dress from Delia’s came in the mail yesterday (and I was assigned a new mailbox, since the lady at the post office decided that I was too tall to open my old one), so I’d totally have an outfit photo for you if I were physically capable of taking one right now (trust me, I’m not). But, in its stead, here is something over which I am currently obsessing: After Dark by Haruki Murakami. It is so amazing and unsettling and beautiful that I’ve basically been slinging it at everyone who’s passed me reading it over the past few days, yelling, “THIS IS SUCH A GOOD BOOK I KNOW YOU HATE READING BUT YOU NEED TO READ THIS.” Also the song “FlyPaper”  by K-OS, which just kind of fits the mood.

Another nice development is that the Powers That Be have decided that, since our entire campus is sleep-deprived, the class day will start a half-hour later on Wednesdays. Since Wednesdays are already my sleep-in, I will be enjoying my 1.5-hour naptime… awake, probably. Stupid breakfast.

my magazines are far more fashion-forward than your air-mail hunter boots.

Listening to: Flyleaf — Fully Alive

Don’t you love getting mail? I definitely do — it’s one of the small joys of boarding school, knowing that someone cares enough (or lets you use their credit card enough) to send you a package. Mostly girls here order Hunter boots in all colors of the rainbow, oversized J Crew sweaters, and floral dresses from Forever21; some international students buy food they can’t get Stateside; I don’t order anything, because I am broke. Which, in retrospect, kind of saddens me — there’s nowhere to shop for clothes here, and as winter nears I’ve been feeling like I need a bit of a wardrobe update. The girl you see in the photo above (who is now one of the about three people on campus who are willing to model for me, so props to her) has the most amazing clothes ever, and it always makes me think, “Well, I don’t think that I could pull off anything as flamboyant as that fur-elbowed blazer, but maybe a new plain black sweater  would be nice….”

Anyway. Back to the point, which was: mail. I was super excited today because I got a package in the mail, and inside, along with medicine and enough gum to last me until December, was the October issue of Nylon and… the 90th anniversary issue of Vogue Paris.

To say that I’m ecstatic would be a major understatement. I haven’t even touched the Vogue yet, in part because I’m saving the best for last and in part because it’s HUGE. But I know what I’m going to be doing this Sunday (other than playing the Sims for several mindless hours, of course).

In other news, I think that I might have, erm, misplaced the camera shoe of the tripod I was borrowing from the photo lab. Whoops….

a 101st post to celebrate halloween, also forgetting to celebrate the 100th post.

Listening to: Sade — Never as Good As The First Time

Happy Halloween!

I hope that your Hallo-weekend has been safe and fun and such. Mine’s certainly been busy, and fun too I suppose (even though I didn’t get to work at the haunted house with Blé this year, sigh). In fact, I’ve been so rushed that, even as I posted and edited this week’s Friday Foofaraw about four times, I completely missed that it was authoraiINK’s 100th post. So happy 101st post  now, I suppose!

Well. Yesterday was the day that everyone wore their costumes to class. I was a Man In Black/ Secret Agent/ Mafia member with my downstairs neighbor; but so few people got it that when people asked me what I was, I said, “intimidating.” I even had a gun-shaped hand-warmer (which you can see in the photo above) that, surprisingly, confused the people of my English class.

I like coming up with a “Halloween outfit” rather than buying a costume; it both gives you more options and forces you to be more creative. And even though I know that the general stereotype of female badasses is that they wear ridiculous heels (eg. Annie’s Louboutin heels in Covert Affairs, anything that Angelina Jolie has worn in any action movie ever), I thought that Converses were both more practical and more appropriate.

At night, for the dance, I dressed as an acid trip. I wore my knee-high Converse boots, bright red tights that I borrowed from my roommate, huge electric-blue heart earrings and an incredibly trippy dress of indescribable patterning. In the hectic rush of our little preparation party, I didn’t get a photo of the outfit, but one of my friends was kind enough to take a picture of the eye makeup for me.

I apologize for the awkward flash-employed photo — I was so  proud of my handiwork in person that I wasn’t that worried about how it looked on (fake) film. The eyeliner, which you can’t really see in this shot, was lime-green Revlon cream eyeshadow. The bluish shades of eyeshadow were from the same set, and the pink and purple were from a L’Oréal HIP color duo. The mascara is Maybelline  Lash Stiletto.

Anyway, I hope that you have an awesome/scary/whatever-you-want-it-to be Halloween! I got all of my partying done yesterday — the rest of my day, I’m afraid, is destined to be spent in front of my computer screen.

an apologetic assortment of somewhat awesome stuff.

Listening to: Björk — Pluto

I will be driving to Montréal this weekend, so I apologize in advance for being unable to post this week’s Friday Foofaraw. I might have to make it a bi-weekly feature, actually, just because of stress on my schedule — but rest assured that the next edition will be AMAZIN’. It just won’t be this week.

To make up for it, though, I decided to reassure you that yes! I do occasionally wear clothes. I also snagged a really nice Canon tripod from my teacher a while ago, so here is what I wore today:

Sorry for my camera-awkwardness. It just won’t go away. Ooh! And! Also — The other day I figured out that I could use my cream eyeshadow as cream eyeliner. So now I have new bright blue, lime green, white and navy (the latter of which I’m wearing now) eyeliner. It’s *quite* convenient.

But, anyway, I also got my prints back last night. So please enjoy a bit of Lomographic whimsy while I try to come up with the theme for next week’s Friday Foofaraw.

 

 

scoring some purchases.

Listening to: Hey Monday — I Don’t Wanna Dance

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This past weekend has been unusually busy. My soccer team had our first game of the season on Friday; we won 6-3. During my short stint in goal, I rolled over my hand and jammed my fingers — the index and middle finger of my left hand are now taped together, which, in case you couldn’t tell, makes typing…rather…difficult. And because such a minor injury is rather debilitating to a goalie, I spent our game on Sunday (we lost 7-0… it was painful) keeping the bench nice and toasty. But, considering the score at the end of that game, I was kind of glad that I wasn’t the one in goal.

But today we had a mall trip, so a handful of us piled into a van and drove up to Albany. I went into an H&M for the first time in my life (I know!  How can someone claim to pretend to blog about fashion without shopping there?) and got a probably-too-short-for-dress-code dress, a dark-lavender shirt, a plain black belt and the oh-so-chic plain striped t-shirt which everyone on lookbook.nu seems to be wearing, along with their floral skirts and oversized hipster glasses.

Now, however, I have to stalk the interwebs to find more of other people’s portraits for my current photo assignment. Hopefully my teacher will approve of the photos I’ve chosen, since to him everything with a hint of styling is “a fashion photo, not a portrait.” Ah, well. They’re supposed to be my favorites, not his.

 

les choses belles.

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I dunno if it’s a manifestation of my second-week-of-school homesickness, but lately I’ve been wanting new French books and music. (Which in turn makes me feel kinda dumb, because my spoken French is shit compared to the other Montréalers — or just the Montréalers, depending on whether or not I count — here.) I really want to get the Pony Pony Run Run album You Need Pony Pony Run Run, and whilst browsing the Renaud-Bray website, I realized that I’m about eleven episodes behind on the (k) series. I can’t wait until next month, when I can go to an *actual* bookstore and buy my books, my CD, and also the two t-shirts I’ve been coveting:

But that’s not for another month. Now, I have way too much stuff to do, like my homework (gah!) and day-logging (I’m keeping a log of everything notable that happens every day this school year for Blé — it’s not a diary, more of just a record) and writing and finding some way to appease my photography teacher, who I know would find some reason not to like my photos even if I were Cecil freakin’ Beaton.

such a control freak.

Listening to: Modest Mouse — Bukowski

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I have a way of forming habits. Well, maybe routines maybe more than habits. I’m leaving for school in two days, haven’t packed a thing and need to finish my history essay, but my mind says that I should post every two days at least, so here I am. Since I have nothing but procrastination on my mind, and since it was recommended that I do another post on clothes (and not just berating the industry… I seem to do that a bit), voilà: Outfits Anwa Would Totally Wear If She Lived In A Magazine And Had Any Faith In Her Sense Of Style*.

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I can count the number of times I’ve worn an outfit like this on one hand. If you take away the one time that was for a photo shoot with Blé, that’s one finger.

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I love fedoras. And vests. But I’m afraid to wear them, let alone in combination. So I guess I’ll stick to my newsboy caps and blazers….

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That hat is awesome in a a doily-as-a-hat kind of way. Also, I wish my skirt would billow like that (but not when I’m sprinting across campus to class).

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One day, I will pull this off without looking as if I’m trying too hard to wear my entire wardrobe at one time. But that day is not today.

All photos from fashionising.com. You can see the respective photographers if you follow the links.

*Seriously, I’m having doubts about wearing a blazer to class. And I go to a freaking prep school. Confidence, where are you…?

goodbye july.

Listening to: Tegan and Sara — Where Does The Good Go

Am I the only one insanely depressed by the fact that July is coming to an end? Even though I don’t go back to school until September, it seems like this summer’s been all too short. In fact, the only plus-side to it being the 30th today is that Ble’s coming home. Of course, that means I’m leaving for the weekend — that’s how the entire month’s been, with one of us leaving for somewhere far away the same day that the other gets back from somewhere even farther. Le sigh.

Something I haven’t done this month, though, is blog about clothes. I’ve been trying to do back-to-school shopping, because none of the clothes I bought last year fit me without some serious alterations. Since I go to a prep school, I find it funny that Forever21 Twist’s new collection (though can Forever21 ever claim originality? Just wondering) is all geek-prep, aka the type of stuff that could potentially get you looks at a place where teenage girls periodically lose their Tiffany necklaces. However, there are a few things I like, but usually I can’t find them on the website in my size or favorite color. (I mean, what’s up with only offering a jacket in firetruck red and a size small? What gives?) But maybe that’s just proof of my inability to understand how their uber-confusing website works.

Anywho:

Shoes:


I have to order shoes from wherever I can find them, because my feet are ginormous (US size 12/13 M). So far, I’ve gotten these in that middle cognac color — I got them from Jessica London because they carry my size.

Pants:

Pants are some of the hardest things to shop for, in my opinion. With dresses, skirts and shirts, you rarely have to worry about them not fitting because they’re too short (however, I will admit that dresses and skirts can simply be too short). When you have a 36/37″ inseam, though, and the “long” inseam in stores is usually 34″, pants are always too short. Thus my love of short shorts — there’s no inseam to worry about there. Gap, though, has nice pants for tall people. These are my favorite:

My only problem with Gap is their sizing, which seems to vary. Either way, I really like these pants.

Completely Aspirational Skirts and Dresses:

They’re aspirational since i doubt that I’m  buying them. This is because I have yet to find a skirt/dress that is dress code appropriate (eg. three inches from the knee, maximum). These all would be cute if I had shorter legs/ more lenient teachers.

What annoys me about these two, both from Forever21, is that they come in one color and all of two sizes. I mean, isn’t your online store supposed to be better stocked than your physical ones?

A.k.a. why I can’t wait to get back to Montréal and shop at Dynamite, whose clothes are actually classy and wearable and not completely shoot-your-wallet-with-a-harpoon.

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Eh. My wardrobe still has a ways to go if it wants to survive the school year.

dresses and disgusting dental care.

Listening to: Billy Joel — Keeping the Faith

Yesterday I went to Plato’s Closet to sell some of my old clothes. Much to my dismay, I soon found that we would’ve gotten a better deal at the Salvation Army; of the three bags we brought, they took three t-shirts and gave us $7. And this was after a half-hour wait. On the bright side, I went to Forever21 and discovered a new love for BodyCon dresses and also bought thigh-high socks. What I’ll wear them (the socks) with, I’m not quite sure yet.

Also, cleaning the insides of rechargeable toothbrushes should be relegated to a task in the seventh circle of Hell. After cleaning mine yesterday (and I didn’t even realize that they had to be cleaned!), I’m not sure that I want to brush my teeth anymore.

I was up writing until 3 this morning and today I woke up at one and realized that everyone else was finishing lunch. The things you do for inspiration.

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