Shadows

STREETLIGHTS. PEOPLEEEEE. UP AND DOWN THE BOULEVARD THERE'S SHADOWS. SEARCHIN' IN THE NIIIIIIIIIGHT.

also shadow days for high school. It took me like ten minutes to get dressed because of too much inspiration, but I was eventually pleased.


black skirt: maybe delia's. black leggings/black fishnet tights: no clue. combat boots: madden girl. lace shirt: anthropologie. irritatingly navy t-shirt: hollister. black hair ribbon: why do you care.

shall we watch me summarize a page of Eldest in five lines? yes we shall.

Eragon: MAH BACK

Saphira: R U OK MAN

Eragon: NOPE

Eragon: BUT NEWAY

ERAGON:  UR TOTZ AWESOME

Saphira: THX U 2

Eragon: *eats food*

Eragon: *loves Arya dramatically from afar, make me gag*

Oromis, Murtagh, Nasuada, Arya: *are there for vague plot reasons*

I feel very intelligent now because I summarized the entire 667-page book within those eight badly-spelled lines.

Should I watch the Anna Karenina movie? Should I not? Is this really the deepest crisis I've had all week? OH NO WAIT IT ISN'T. That was when I was trying to decide whether to buy a gorgeous leather-bound copy of Asimov's Foundation trilogy or Shada and got Shada and was disappointed and am now deeply conflicted about my ability to make appropriate decisions.

Allow me to tell you a thing about Fendi

First of all, it's the "pre-fall" 2014 collection. What? Pre-fall, you people? It's not even spring yet. Geez, relax.

It's by Karl Lagerfeld, who is amazing, and is kind of a bunch of spin-offs of tropes like wrap coats, blazers, pantsuits, etc., tweaked in a more graphic way, plus some dee-light-ful furry accessories that look like Muppets died happy.

The fur is my main problem with it, actually. How would you like it if someone decided to scalp you so that they could put your hair on a jacket?

 

Off to a good start, yes indeed. Nothing terribly outstanding, although I appreciate the patchwork-y leggings.

 The color blocking on the dress is reminding me of something but I have absolutely no clue what. The socks are stripy and fluffy and pompom-fied and wonderful and I adore them.

hang on do those have black heels did he do the black background on purpose itlookssocoolwow

 

This feels very sixties-inspired with the op art patterns, as if Bridget Riley had a mid-life crisis resulting in a sudden epiphany where angels skipped through her brain telling her to go and work for Fendi.

Also, those are some of the best-fitting pants I have ever seen.

  SUFFRAGETTE TIMES. I feel like I should be Photoshopping "Votes for Women!" across the sash. The yellow heels are kyoot.

 

 At this point it's starting to get a bit too cohesive, although I would love to steal that big white leather belt.
I can't tell what she's trying to do with that cape. Or is it a coat? "Look, I'm only wearing one sleeve of my coat! Ain't that cool? Creativity! Ambiguity! Mystery! What do you mean, how did I get this job?"

THE JACKET. THE JACKET. THE JACKET.

Leather...shiny.. blue... red... stripes... beautiful... *crawls away to weep in a corner because she is on the budget of a thirteen-year-old*

If a varsity jacket had been shoved through the bubblegum-stretching machine from Willy Wonka and then repeatedly attacked by furious ermine, it might not be totally unlike this.
The boots look like a failed DIY project.

The Christmas sweater. BUT NOT. 

Is it just me or do her arms and fingers look Photoshopped in a really creepy way? Or am I just not used to the fashion world of knitwear and blonde hoodlums?

 

 "My bag looks like I cut a piece of my coat off! THIS IS HIGH FASHION!"

Once upon a time a rabbit fell in a blue paint can. Panicked, the rabbit hopped away frantically, right over Karl Lagerfeld's herringbone coat for his pre-fall Fendi collection. Karl Lagerfeld loomed out of the darkness. Nobody ever saw the rabbit again.

(Can you imagine this face looming out of the darkness at you? *shiver*)

Okay. Nothing special, but... okay, I guess. The pattern reminds me of chess pieces.

The bag looks like a sick hedgehog, causing me to have trouble focusing on any other aspect of the outfit. My brain keeps going, "What are you doing? Why are you trying to look at the vest when a hedgehog is dying in front of your eyes? Save the hedgehog, I tell you!"

Big belt, exaggerated yellow stitches, grey herringbone, slouchy velvet leggings... I think I'm in love.

 

I just jumped out of my chair. 

WTH, Karl...WTH.

Somebody's channeling Jim Henson.

 

Verrrrrry graphic. I'm a fan of all these leather belts, and the red complements the gray quite nicely.

Great two-tone schizophrenic collar, too. Feels like Frank Lloyd Wright, although that could just be my strange brain mixing stuff up again. Is he the one with all the glass? Yes? No? Am I too lazy to look it up?

 

Does the world really need more black leather? NOPE. Not even if it's ribbed in a cool way.

 

More colorblocking! I like the way he's using outfits mainly made up of neutrals like black and gray to translate between those featuring brighter colours (look how BRITISH I am and now you can tell I'm American because I said that)

*stares*

GIVE IT. 

I am physically incapable of making any kind of coherent comment on this dress because I WANT.

Make a little girl cry with the giant fur wrap coat that's made of the skins of poor innocent helpless animals that died crying out for vengeance. That's kind.

 The gradient plus the white trim is nice though, as is the layering with the blue skirt. 

In summary, this collection is stylish but not phenomenal. The shapes are very chic, particularly the coats, and the colors transition into one another nicely. However, aside from my personal dislike of fur, I feel like the way that the pieces are mixed is unfortunately mainstream. Long coats with leggings and women's suits are both very common looks, so I think Karl may have been catering to the mass psyche a little too much here. 

There is no denying, however, that that jacket is worthy of serious applause.

I GOT LOST. BUT NOW I'M BACK.

And that's super fun, yesno?

No, I'm not supposed to be watching math vids right now what are you talking

God, I'm such a procrastinator and I'm so weird about talking to people because I spent all of sixth period reading instead of getting up and asking my friend for his computer charger because mine was out of battery and I was too scared to ask for one ugh.

Today was free dress at school. Please let me go to a high school where I can dye my hair and paint my nails and wear actual clothes and BE A REBEL. jk that's never happening because the extent of my rebellion in life is running with scissors.

Wellanywayz, I wore a red Papaya sweater, Old Navy boyfriend shirt, Madden Girl combat boots that go with everything and have epic shmepic snakeskin patterns, and Delia's grey sweatpants that I swear are made of the dreams of children and happy kittens and distilled clouds because they are SOFT. And my friends said I looked "comfortable." YES, I AM COMFORTABLE. TAKE THAT, ALL YOU HIP CHILDREN IN YOUR TIGHT JEAN SHORTS AND FRILLY SHIRTS AND INFINITY SCARVES. ok so maybe I wear infinity scarves too and that invalidates my point, but that little irrelevant detail can go shut up and get landed on by a fallen Flappy Brick with Lipstick and Sorta-Wings.

Also, I wore my red beret, which some of you may recall is named Luffy and is the love of my life, and has also spawned some very interesting discussions. Public school has Team Edward and Team Jacob? We have Team Beret and Team Fedora. Sadly I LOST MY FEDORA. Spirit of Young Women's Conferences, what did you do.

I saw a cute outfit at that conference, actually, a little floral white dress with a leather jacket, pushed-down gray socks and Doc Martens. I think I could replicate it with my white lace dress, black motorcycle jacket and gold Docs, but I have no decent socks, only little ankle socks with supposedly catchy slogans that are trying to be like their big ribbed grown-up siblings, but are too young to be looking for that kind of fun to quote ABBA.

I sometimes observe some very nice outfits at school on free dress days. I espied a great white shirt with an Aztec-patterned woven pocket, a beige chiffon shirt with little grey kitties, and a lot of T-shirts worn with patterned flannel shirts, which was kind of cute, but no skirts because no one at my school has any idea how to wear any bottoms except skinny jeans. except for this one girl who is probably a Satanist who else would wear black lace shorts that look like lingerie to a highly gifted twenty-thousand-dollar private school?

Speaking of, I feel bad for the inhabitants of perdition sometimes. I imagine if they were as horrendous as humanity can be, the world would be quite a lot worse than it actually is. Yet nevertheless they are the ones who get the bad rap, even though we humans come up with these bizarre sickening acts that can't be blamed on anybody but their perpetrators.

DON'T WORRY DEMONS. I LOVE YOU. COME GIVE ME HUGS.