Yep, this is about as exciting as the time Heatherette designed t-shirts and super-super trnedy leggings for Macy's... it's really just that. T-shirts and hoodies that have one thing going for them: a famous name.
I love Amanda Bynes as much as I can possibly love a celebrity that I grew up watching on Nickelodeon and that I'll never meet and even if I did know her, would probably not have her as a close friend; so yeah, love the girl, I think she's hot and has pretty hair and nice skin and I'm glad she's still doing movies but not in a Lindsay Lohan sort of way (now THAT girl, I would SO have that girl as a friend!), but really. HONESTLY. Does she deserve her own clothing line?
Not that young women of the like predicating her have deserved it (what did Hilary Duff do to get a clothing line? Ah, that's right. Lizzie McGuire. It was television gold, I tell you. And the Olsen twins? Well, they didn't prove themselves as fashion icons until years after their Wal-Mart line came out) much more than I believe she does, but that's not saying much. I guess I'm just all pissy because a celebrity can get a label so easily, get paid all this money to make a load of crap, and then amazingly magical people like Nicolas Ghesquiere have to prove themselves to a bunch of greedy cynical nobs before they can actually squire fame. The designers should be the celebrities, not the other way around. Or I guess, if you really really more-than-anything-in-the-whole-big-wide-world want to be a clothing designer for teenage girls, you can try and get your crazy ass on a kids' show and work your way up the ladder from them, Amanda Bynes style.
Yeah, so. Basically, Dear by Amanda Bynes is all yours if you want to buy the skinnies and tunics that Amanda has personally labored to create just for you.
The tank top has a very trendy and sarcastic mixture of angry looking skulls, anchors, and lightning bolts. To me, it tells a story of a sailor who died via electrocution, and that makes me smile to myself in my own little nonsensical head bubble where laughing at one's shirt because of it's morbid private joke is acceptable.
I recently discovered that an old skirt from Target that I thought I'd never wear plus an old shirt from H&M that I thought I'd never wear equals a cute almost matching outfit that has caused me to get a wear out of both pieces for the first time, simultaneously.
These are my cute new high-waist shorts from H&M, except I wear them all slutty-like with the waistband folded over like the urban mall chicks that wear too much make-up and giant hoop earrings... but I wasn't trying to be a mall chick, I wanted to show the fact that I have THE ALPHABET in my pants. In my pants, and on my side... yes, I've got letters on my side. You're jealous, and a h8r most likely too. So take that.
While wearing some letters on my hip, I went to Goodwill and found these cool silver leather and canvas lace-up oxford/saddle shoe looking things for 6 dollars and had to buy them. I love a random vintage find. I love the secondhand shops around here because I live in a military town where people from all over the place are sitting on treasures of various worths that they can't comprehend; these people just give them away to charity (i.e. ME) because they have no idea what they're getting rid of or what they could make in return.
Or maybe I've underestimating my fellow men and humans really are good natured and generous at their core, and making a few bucks off of shoes or coats, for them, couldn't possibly compare with the exponential personal wealth of giving gifts of the heart to those in need.
Ashley in Alaia cut-out style boot/shoes... I love it. Call me trashy, but I'd be head over heels if these shoes extended up to the thigh and had some crazy buckles. Almost adult-entertainer-y but still strangely beautiful and awkwardly elegant.
The rest of what she's wearing isn't half bad either: I like the hardware look of the waist cincher with the delicate tulip skirt. She knows what she's doing, and she does it well.
Seriously, she may be the cutest person in the world.
-Red Rimmed Sunnies
-Red Patent Ballet Flats
-Rachel Bilson as Summer Roberts
(sorry, I've just pummeled through Season 2 of The O.C. in a remarkably short time span and I feel like I've either taken imaginary mental brain trips to Newport Beach, or I've accidently brainwashed myself.)
This is an awfully Lindsay Lohan-esque outfit for a woman that normally looks so good. I like the dress, the sandals, and the glasses... but somehow I can't help but wonder what this could have been.
Imagine another tank top layered under the - er - incredibly brief dress. A "pop" as they say, of color; something strappy (OO! Multiple straps!) but not bra-strappy. Imagine that this isn't a tank DRESS, but a long tunic worn over white shorts, keeping the same sandals. And of course, the cute brightly colored tank top that she'd be wearing underneath the tunic.
There's a way to look trendy and youthful, I think, without resorting to Linsdayism.
Lace, velvet, and patent. And some floppy hat action. I am so sick of my clothes. Anyone want to go shopping with me for some dope new stuff? Cooooommme onnnnn, I get payed on Tuesday :)
No, I have to pay rent. But I could be completely irresponsible by spending all of my paycheck on cheap clothing at the mall that will fall apart after one wash, blaming it on youthful indiscretions!! You know, if I were youthful and irresponsible like that.
It's quite irksome when shapes don't flow; not that everything should match up (because, let's face it, a shoe shaped like a dress would look incredibly awkward) but a harmonious flow from torso to legs to feet as translated through various textiles is always appreciated, never overlooked.
Mischa Barton's shapeless sparkle contraption is awkward enough (the girl DOES tend to wear sacks) without the bulky shoe-box looking footgear she's got on, but if she had worn something daintier -- perhaps something in the way of a peep-toe pump in the same color or even a standard pointy stiletto -- she might have knocked out that bulky-twiggy-bulky theme and actually had length and grace.
And Lily Allen, she who most likely couldn't give a shit about the dubious harmony of her outfit nor what I think about it, is actually wearing one of the most flattering dresses I've ever seen gracing her body -- and I'm positive that it's not because her waist looks so tiny in juxtaposition with her alarmingly large feet. From mid-tibia up, Lily looks... amazing. Look at that hair! The attitude of her whole face with the sexy aviators, red lipstick, and girlish star earrings! Now look at her giant boots, which you know she totally could have rocked with a cute mini or encasing ripped jeans.