Sunday, January 30, 2011

Mutation

Lately I've been really wanting to get a few tattoo's which has most likely derived from a recent obsession with Kat Von D. I'm going to give it time and defiantly a lot of thought, but I do want to be Inked before the summer.
I've been talking to people, asking what they think of the tattoos, and what they think would suit me.
Almost everyone gives me the same reply.

"What piercing do you have?" 

Though I have been given the option many times in my sixteen years of life, somehow I have managed to remained completely un-peirced. No earrings, nose rings, belly button rings...or nipple rings. 
This actually comes as a surprise to many of my friends, family and whoever else knows me since I am a complete creation whore and actually design and make shit-tons of jewellery. 
A lot of people ask me why I don't have my ears pierced or more commonly why I don't have my belly button pierced, and to be perfectly honest for a really long time I did not know why. I'm hardly afraid of pain or needles (hence the need for a tattoo), and when given the chance; I am almost always drenched in an obscene amount of necklaces, bracelets, anklets and rings. 
So, why no piercings?
And, more importantly, why the sudden yearning for a tattoo?
Well, last night I was in bed thinking about this and I realized its because I believe putting holes in your body for jewellery is gross and a mutation. When you get a piercing you are technically mutating your body in the name of fashion, which is kind of strange. 
Don't get me wrong, I love piercing on other people, I just never want one myself. 
Yes, burning ink into your body can also be seen as a mutation...
And yes, its 100% permanent.
But somehow in my odd little mind, I see tattoos as an art form which uses your body as a canvas instead of the marks and coloured scars with the rebellious rock and roll connotation.
I guess I just see them as a way of self expression. 

Strange... 




Kat Von D 

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Bedazzled








My entertainment for the weekend: DIY projects, I'm going to get my hands on a few patent leather clutches and bedazzle them. I'll also be creating these anklets, chains chains studs and chains...playing dress up with your black boots. Give it all a touch of fabulous.


Bags- Prada, Clutches- Miu Miu, Crystal Quartz necklace-Self Made, Shoe anklets- Litter.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

What a Wonderful Prase...



Somthing that made me smile...


Two weeks ago. Saturday night, at around four thirty seven in the morning I was mind numbingly under the influence lying in bed staring at the ceiling in a state of semi-unconsciousness’. With my handy Iphone beside me playing on shuffle, low volume. Well, whist floating in and out of consciousness I was suddenly almost jolted straight out of bed. You see, playing from my small ear buds was a high pitch shriek, which seemed to resemble my Mother in a state of rage being straggled with my old Chinese grandmother after she had downed a bottle of whisky. (It’s important that you understand that its not by “my old Chinese grandmother,” is not strangling it but with my “old Chinese grandmother,” there is a slight tonal difference. )
Anyways, in the state of mind that I was I almost threw my precious i-phone across the room. But moments before I was about to heave the small piece of technology I must have pressed the central on my phone and the screen lit up revealing that I was listening to “The Best of Disney” song number 33 “the circle of life” and the shriek which resembled my mother and grandmother was actually the beginning notes and chants of the song sung by Rafiki, the which doctor baboon.
I was then suddenly hit by something. A strange thought that came into my odd little mind. Yet it was so powerful, it could possibly compare to Rachel’s dirty red jeep. “Hakunah Matatah, what a wonderful phrase”
This is when I had a revelation. Next year, I’m applying to university and then everything is going to change. Soon enough I'd have to deal with things like income tax, and rent, and feeding myself.
That’s a scary thought.
And then I began to think about my life up until then. Working day in, day out, waiting for the weekend. Taking one day at a time and stressing out over the tests, homework. Getting into terrible fights with my parents for this illegal thing and thats...well, somewhat legal thing. Sometimes being caught up in everything, you get so down that you want to throw it all into a corner and forget that the whole world even exists.
 So I sat there. And I thought about that, and here is the conclusion I came too:
Life is stressful, life is a lot of work. A lot of the times life can be boring, sad, full of doubt and anger, and sometimes it takes all you've got just to keep yourself sane.
And in those times when it's hard for you to even smile and you are stuck in a shit-hole of misery, remember that somewhere out there, there's a fairy, going around and slapping you in the face and telling you to pull themselves up, because no one is going to throw you down a rope and pull you out. Find a foot hold in the cliff and start climbing, 'cause you might lose a few fingernails but don't worry, those grow back, and eventually you'll lift yourself over the precipice and find yourself in sunlight once again.
If you find yourself halfway there, and you feel your legs and arms giving out, don't stop. If you look down and think that what you want is to just fall back down because it's the easy route, remember this: Nothing is as bright as the sunlight once you've spent a long time in the dark.
Live life like you want to. Care about the things that mean a lot to you, because they are the things that don't disappear. If you care too much about the little things in life-if you let yourself get angry because the cute boy at Starbucks put whipped cream on your grande no fat americano, or if you spend all day moping around because the price of gas has gone up once again and now you can't afford to buy some extra munchies at the station- then you just make it easier for you to slip, and before you know it your tumbling over the cliff.
Just shrug off the little annoyances in life and don't let them bother you. Sure, you have a visible red stain on your brand new white dresss, but that meatball marinara was fucking unreal. Throw on a cute cardigan and get on with your life.
The things that really matter to you are what's important, and these things change with time. But if you care for them, chances are they won't just hop up and run off without first saying goodbye
So get out of that bed. Take a walk and spend some time to smell the flowers.
And remember, when your feeling down. Put a little Hakunah Matatah in your life. Hakunah Matatah, What a wonderful phrase ‘casue it means no worries, for the rest of your days.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Be my very own Constellation





Guess Ad Campaign-Fall 2010. With Elsa Hosk and Alyssa Miller.
Absolutely adore this campaign, for me it embodies the fall of the Ugg Boot reign and the Strung-out Heroin chic looks of Nicole Richie and Misha Barton. Guess took "fashionable" back to 60's glamor, chic, sexy, sultry.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Concrete Jungle Gym.

Betsy Jhonson shoes. Not my normal style at all, but they have a classy yet flirty edge due to the pink sole. I simply couldn't resist. 

 Gone 60's, inspierd by the Mila Kunis spread in Nylon magazine. Shorts: self made, Sweater: an ingenious creation from a vintage store in Bologna, Italy, Socks: H&M, Shoes: Guess (and the result of my monthly paycheck!) 


Absolute favorites. The liquid liner from M.A.C is flawless and 100% water, seat and oil proof.

My Chemical Baby


Its your crystal meth
Ideal perfection 
Now that I've tasted death 
I'm addicted to infection 
I'm the broken soul 
The line that never fits 
I'm the begger on death row 
Taking whatever she can can get 

I'm self destructive 
But the highs too seductive 

So crush me up 
Rail a line 
Sink down beside me 
Let our bodies intertwine 
If I know no right 
We can never make wrong 
So shoot me up baby 
Maybe sing along 

If you wanna hallucinate 
Baby, I can facilitate 
Its my sadistic ecstacy 
An addictive chemical pleasantry
I can take you higher up
Than wings and jetplanes could ever do 
So come close and maybe 
My chemical baby, 
I promise it'll only hurt a bit

 I don't really know were my obsession with self destruction arose from. Yet, this addictive personality I have acquired over the years has lead me to my new favorite hobby- masochism in the most optimistic way possible (and yes, I do realize that sentence is a complete oxymoron.)
I have no mental problems, health issues and have be raised in a fairly normal-very open minded- and stable middle class family. For the longest time I have thought that this little obsession was just a form of rebellion. Though I have very little deprivation of voice and generally don't have a very solid cause to  rebel against.
I would assume for a while my friends got the indication that I was clinically depressed. Which to me was sickly humorous. Though the constant concern made me question my own sanity, and I wont lie, sometimes I still do. Then again alternating insanity does happen to the best of us.
Even though i do have a sarcastic and "partly cloudy" outlook on life, I am defiantly not depressed, or suicidal for that matter.
I'm just seduced into taking things one buckle away from life-threatening or destructive.
Which I assume just makes me masochistic.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Eat, Drink and be Merry

I hope Everyone had a very merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! I had a lovely time Skiing in Quebec. No internet, barley any service, just me a two four of Moose Head and some hairy French-Canadian men.





Dress: Leather-H&M, Boots: Suede thigh high-Guess, Vest: Chain and Leather Straps-Guess

My cute little friend Leah lets me use her as a Barbie, a morning consisting of makeup, flashes and cigarettes.


Having too much fun with a Wireless flash which I got for Christmas.