“Its not really a shorter skirt, I just have longer legs.” Anna Kournikova
I’m like really stuck on skirts lately always. The past few months I’ve been going through this waist barren shirt over skirt, pre grunge 90s Helmut thing and I’m still really into it for fall. It’s totally sartorial without being at all sartorial. As if to say I care enough to put on a decadent skirt, but I’m just too drunk, stoned, model to tuck in.
Since we all can’t have, I mean, don’t want a Cher Horowitz-Rick Owens moment, here are some other voguely suitable shirt over skirt situations.
The Amish’questrian.
Giddy Gucci up.
(The Stripe: Maison Martin Margiela, The Bag: Gucci Tigrette, The Skirt: Altuzarra, The Boots: Gucci Riding)
The Graduate.
Study me this.
(The Shirt: rag & bone, The Cap: Missoni, The Leather: Versus, The Bra: Agent Provocateur, The Heel: Valentino, The Bag: Marc Jacobs)
The Comic Con.
Obsessed.
(The Bag: 3.1 Phillip Lim, The Skirt: Versace, The Shirt: Raquel Allegra, The Scarf: Alexander McQueen, The Stole: Miu Miu, The Thigh Highs: Yves Saint Laurent)
The Desert Nordic.
For St.Tropitzerland.
The Frames: Cutler and Gross, The Vest: Karl Donoghue, The Shirt, The Bag: Burberry, The Skirt: Rick Owens, The Gloves: Haider Ackermann)
Image courtesy of John Tan Casting/Styling
“School shootings were invented by blacks… and stolen by the white man.” Chris Rock
So… Mass shootings… Dare I say it? Okay. SO trendy right now. The ultimate in gross. I think when it comes to gun control Chris Rock said it best. Regulate bullets and we wouldn’t need gun control. Right now the price of a life isn’t that high, but charge $10,000 a bullet and well, people will be plenty more white frugal with who they shoot. Especially when it comes to innocent bystanders. Who would ever waste that kind of money on strangers? Nobody. If people actually did, there’d be way less panhandlers. Or maybe thats why we have so many? hmm.
Perhaps all of this suicide prevention is the real culprit. Pyschos, People who would’ve ordinarily ended their own sad lives, alone, are now taking to the streets and opening fire. Just think of the amount of lives that would’ve been saved had that Coloradian tweaked out loser stayed home and stuck his head in the oven. Plath style.
And like the really fucked up part is that these shooters all wind up dead anyway. Satisfying their own initial need to die while simultaneously taking all responsibility out of their hands. Which technically means they can go to heaven. Right? I dunno. To me it means they’re all just a bunch of pathetic pussies. Which we kind of already knew. If you feel like you could potentially go sniper on an innocent crowd, save lives, kill yourself. xx Live. Love. And let others have equal chance to do the same.
“I just hope people don’t get sick of us. I’m sick of us.” Beyonce
Okay ever since writing, “Her Facebook is Just So Trendy I Die,” I’ve been thinking a lot about trends and trendy girls. And like I really can’t help but feel that theres a fundamental change happening in the fashion, editorial, retail and life world. And that is: trendy is no longer the demarcator of time sensitive faddish looks. Trendy is the look. (Incase you’re unclear, take a gander at my shared new project, trendEgirls.)
Whereas two years ago bandeaus were the summer trend, now they’ve evolved into the trendy girl signature. Along with crop tops, fringe, body suits, head flare, ugly hair, sheer blouses, patriotism, peplums, butt cheeks, Instagram. And more trendy girls. I know.
I blame H&M. And Topshop. And Forever. For pumping out an endless supply of affordable fast fashion and allowing for the total pervasion of trendy. pinterestly. globally. I also blame California. And all other coastal weedy hippie festy seasonless states. Thanks.
With everyone getting engaged/ married this year- am I supposed to care?
As if you were the only ones?
What– have you not been on Facebook?
Too busy changing out-of-wedlock baby diapers?
No. You’re there.
I see your relationship status updates.
In-law comments.
Chip ring pics.
Tacky bridal parties.
Maybe if you project enough happiness online
you’ll actually begin to feel it in life.
With everyone getting engaged/ married this year- will your divorces be so trendy?
Half maybe?
Statistically.
What then with the albums you put up?
Husband.
Wife.
Lava cake.
Cover photos of unborn baby shapes.
EW.
Will you take them down?
Replace them with your life’s frowns?
Court documents
broken homes.
Do you think people will care for your misery
the way you paraded your gaiety?
Will you cease to exist?
Online.
Your only life line.
If you never post married,
you’ll never claim divorced.
You’ve got your book of faces,
I’ve got freedom
way up high
on this horse.