Above this my friends, are my Bible(s). Well, sort of. If I had my monstrous collection of Vogue's it would be complete, but I don't think I can lift them anymore the stack is so heavy. All right, the Bible(s) aren't mine, they're the libraries, but hey, who said I had to return them? For the love of fashion, I should be able to practice my religion daily for the rest of my life(s).
I might be a cat. This could be my 3rd or 4th life, and we'd never know.
Another great shot with Emily. Classic Doc Martens, a thrifted mens button up shirt, (still slightly better than those hawaiin shirts my dad buys every year just to kill me inside), pink torn shorts, and a black bow bandeau. I was totally comfortable during the shoot and I felt fabulous about the cat eye Emily gave me too.
Kiss your boots and sneakers goodbye for now, but don't really kiss them, your friends will run home, not walk, run. No matter how far they live. Not speaking from a personal experience or anything..
Combat boots are my number one go to item for any season. They can be worn with jeans, leggings, tights, skirts, dresses, shorts, anything except sweats. We all have those days, but I suggest going all out if you're going to not try, so pair your sweats with an old rugged sweatshirt and dirty sneakers. But anyways, where can you find them for a price that isn't going to force you to break open all your precious piggy banks and stuff your parents and friends wallets with 'IOU's'. Open up your laptop and go straight to this:
The green color keeps it fresh while the classic style keeps it versatile. I am the proud owner and keeper and mother and lover of a great vintage pair of original black Doc Martens that I mix and match frequently with different colored shoe laces because it makes me feel like a punk rock rainbow.
I would practically be in the stores themselves just by walking through the hallways of my school. What I've never understood is why they are so popular around the world. Yes, I have gone through my name brand phase, but it's over and it is not coming back. Every garment looks the same, and costs about 20 times as much as it worth in quality. Why don't people thrift?
Ah, the first post. Similar to a babies' first words, but better and more interesting, because babies all begin with the same words, but artists do not. I've never believed in new beginnings, and because of that, I've never been good at beginning things. As said in the extremely violent and, awful, (despite what your teacher says), book April Morning, I am quite frequently "Slow to start and quick to finish.". But this blog is different. Perhaps this post will not be, but it will be what it was made to be and nothing more or less.
The old saying 'A picture speaks a thousand words', is most definently incorrect. A picture does not speak at all, it's just a picture, if it were meant to speak it would be spoken, no? I have never been intrigued by what I have heard, but more by what I have seen. The cry of a cat is much less facinating then the pale pink of their nose and the delicacy of their bone structure. But enough about cats and babies and pictures and boring books about wars, I assume you are wondering what this post is about? I wish I could tell you, but quite truthfully, I don't know myself.