Sullen Girl

Rihanna, Revisited Again

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I love this dress. I love the lolita-with-huge-zippers look on anyone, but Rihanna is just special.

Photo from Just Jared.

Fashion Hero: Ashley Olsen

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.

Fashion Hero: Rachel Bilson (is incredibly super cute!)

Seriously, she may be the cutest person in the world.

I love:
-Red Rimmed Sunnies
-Pleated Shorts
-Red Patent Ballet Flats
-Matching Accessories
-Summer Roberts
-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.)

Fashion Heroes: Ladies in Red from the Facehunter are ANYTHING but Classic, but COMPLETELY Classy

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All red nylon and facepaint, this girl is FIERCE. I love her booties too. Let me do a corny fashion magazine line: she takes the monotony out of monochrome! Ha. Ok, I feel better now.

The "sailor girl" look is one of my favorites. I HATE handbags, but hers is interesting enough that I actually like it. Between her and the all red girl, I'm seriously considering the plausible pros of buying red tights.

Perfect in every way. This is no average red dress.. the only thing that would have made it better would be a red umbrella :)

(images from Face Hunter)

Fashion Heroes: Incredibly Classy Girls from Face Hunter

The Face Hunter has the coolest job in the world. Wouldn't it be amazing to just travel around with your trusty camera and take pictures of the most eccentric and insane outfits on the streets? I would love to do that here, but New London is so NOT a fashion spot in any way.... I get giddy when I see a girl with riding boots and half-chaps over her jeans or a lady with shorts that would only be allowed on a nude beach because it means something interesting, something worth photographing. I feel happy for weeks when I take a picture of one girl in a cute outfit. I would be in HEAVEN if I lived in a place where people dressed differently.

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There is NOTHING about this outfit that I dislike: a wicker briefcase is such a fresh deviation from the world of canvas "it" bags and vintage Chanels. I adore the ruffled plaid dress with the waist cincher and massively cute periwinkle matching tights in more ways than I can count. Her 40s style t-straps are just the butter on the muffin (see, I've stopped using "the icing on the cake" because cake makes me a little sick and so do cliches; plus buttered muffins are a wonderfully decadent indulgence that everyone ought partake in) of a spectacular outfit.

I'll be honest and say that this girl's face is the reason I'm posting her here. Not that she's not fashionable (just look at that hair!), but her posture and expression drew my eyes immediately. Plus, I love ballet inspired dresses and skirts, lots of silk tulle and beaded golds and silvers.

Aww. Gingham and denim is such an innocent retro combination. I love how youthful her shirt and suspender shorts look compared with the balancing sophistication of the round-toe pumps and hat. She's classy as hell.

(photos from Face Hunter)

Fashion Hero Repeat: Rihanna

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I love love love this girl. She's perfect. I would give my arms for a pair of these brass-knuckle boots. Not my legs, of course, because then I'd be forced to wear the shoes on my arms and that would look so incredibly silly and then the cool kids would point and laugh and I'd never be able to face them again. No, kidding, of course. I wouldn't give up my legs because I wouldn't be able to WALK.

DUH.

Anyone know who makes these boots? Please tell me and I'll give you a million e-gold-stars.

(pictures from Just Jared)

Fashion Hero: Fleur Delacour

Fleur Delacour was my favorite character in The Goblet of Fire, just because she was pretty and awesome and probably a bitch. She was played in the film adaptation by Clémence Poésy, who did not disappoint.

In my opinion, the BEST part of the outfit is the hat with the jaunty little Dairy Queen-esque curl, sort of a mix between a powder blue Hershey's Kiss and a cartoon ghost tail. But I'm also partial to capes, oxfords, powder blue, girly outfits, multi-layered collars, and pretty dresses.

I've had enough of online-lust-shopping for generic anime cosplay uniforms: someone please make me this outfit, complete with the cute-as-hell little hat and I'll be your friend for life.

On the topic of the beautiful out-of-character Clémence, she dresses pretty damn cutely just walking around. French girls... they've got mad style.

Fashion Hero: Evan Rachel Wood

I love her so much.  She looks like an evil sock-hop girl, the bad girl at the dance who wears too-short poodle skirts, spikes the punch, and... does other bad highly irrelivant things that I can't currently concentrate on right now (because I've got a bunch of people yammering about cave-men and stuff, gotta love computer labs) but I assure you, if I could concentrate you'd be shocked at my cleverness.

Yeah, though... Even Rachel Wood is super adorable and she's proving that socks and sandals aren't just for burnouts that haven't washed their hair in weeks.

Fashion Hero: Rihanna

I seriously wish I was cool enough to show my underwear and look sort of awesome. I will need the following things, STATUM:

1. A political catch-phrase shirt
2. Dolce and Gabbana thick-waist-band briefs
3. Loose fitting low-slung jeans
4. High-top sneakers, Teh Awsum Kind
5. A cute haircut, cuter sunglasses, and the cutest face

This is all an attitude, not about being chic or hot or stylish.

When I try to pull this look, people that I don't even know take me aside and try to tell me, while finding anything to look at besides my face, that... um... did I notice? Ahem. Looks away. Whispers, did I notice that my underwear was showing? It's ok, I mean, no one saw, but did I notice? And did I perhaps think that my pants might be falling off?

Yeah. I'm so not cool enough.

Fashion Hero: Christina Ricci in Penelope

Ok so screw it. I'm totally over whining about posting celebrities. Let me be honest: I spend an unholy amount of time on various celebrity blogs and such... there's no point in denying their importance to me. I miss my old blog. I miss coming home after a crappy day and writing something completely snarky and hypocritical about someone I never have and never will meet.

I'll take it slow, of course. There won't be a bajillion posts of every celebrity and what they're wearing, just the stuff that really sticks out and means something to me.

I was searching for pictures of Christina Ricci two days ago and I found these on-set shots of her in costume for the movie Penelope, where she plays a pig/girl hybrid that apparently wears a shockingly fantastic coat with cute crafty buttons. It positively angered me that I couldn't share this with anyone. Sure, I've got friends that I could send these pictures to, along with a few paragraphs explaining how I need this coat in every possible way, more than they could imagine, and GOD isn't Christina just the cutest thing EVRZ, but they wouldn't care and that's fine. My old blog, vanished at my own hands, worked sort of as a photo album for me and my ever changing tastes and opinions on people, colors, shapes, and styles. It was my collection. My baby.

I am growing weary of coming up with new outfits for myself, I do better critiquing and loving and hating others' fashions. In this particular time in my life, filled with financial and personal frustrations, it's hard to wear something radically different from day to day and to go out and buy new outfits and even to get over feeling.... gross.... for long enough to put on something cute. I'm in a constant battle with myself, my closet, my dresser, and that pile of clothing that I can't bring myself to fold or put away. It's really pathetic. Go ahead, tell me.

Just yesterday, I went to see the fireworks down the street, an annual gathering of (mostly disgusting) creatures from all over the area to my particular corner of the world to watch amazing blasts of light in the night sky. I wanted to blend in. Last year, I wore a black mini skirt and skull knee-high socks and a tank top and a hoodie and saddle shoes; I stuck out of the crowd like a giant mismatched painfully unchic rainbow of textures and colors. So again, I wanted to blend in. What are the girls wearing now? Hollister, shorts, cute. They're practically dripping cute. So I chose a teal lace-trimmed camisole and a pair of sky blue finely corded Hollister shorts, with white sandals. And guess what? I stuck out like a GIANT TURQUOISE BEACON with blindingly translucent legs and matching giant turquoise veins and flaming red hair in ridiculous pigtails.

There were The Girls, in their medium-wash denims and their sunkissed hair and gentle summer tans; their distressed leather sandals and terribly chic tanks. Long thin legs, slender bellies and shoulders. Oh bloody hell. There's no point.

I'm beginning to feel like I can't dress myself. There's no way of dealing with it or getting around it, I'm obnoxious and monstrous and I dress like an insane person, and when I try to look presentable and classy and NORMAL, I KNOW everyone can see right though it.

So it shall be; I am The Escapist, the guilty fashion victim claiming her scapegoats left and right, fingering them for the blame. I am the fabled subject of those infamous webspeak lines on forums and messageboards everywhere ; "You're just jealous." "Maybe you should post a picture of YOURSELF and see how many people pick YOU apart." "Who is hotter, Britney Spears, or YOU sitting at your computer eating Cheetos in your pjs."

"You're just a hater."

Yup, that's me. All the way.

I present you with Christina Ricci, glorious and glamourous even with her prosthetic swine features and Ugg-esque boots.

Applause.