We're Having New Age Fun with a Vintage Feel

This song has been stuck in my head for three weeks now. Humming it in the subway, walking down the street, while hanging out with friends... ETC... I don't know, I get a kick about how true some of these stereotypes are. And sadly, I do exhibit some of them. Want to pick the ones I'm guilty of????

Geek Chic, Tres Chic

More often than not, I get a lot of inspiration from anime and the Japanese manga (sub?) culture. The reason being that it is somehow disconnected from the world of mainstream fashion. There is a sense of wanton frivolity and carelessness in its expression that I think is very liberating. Not to be tied down with the so-called "Rules of Fashion," so to speak. It becomes a virtual world of free flowing ideas and creativity when it comes to clothes. And the fact that the locus of the culture itself is an imagined one, there are no physical barriers when it comes to clothes. By that I mean, pattern, cut, fit, and movement. The artist is free to express the entirety of his or her idea.

That being said, the clothes do not always translate into reality. Exhibit A and B:



Oh but when they do work, it is simply magik.

Feelings of Greige

The wind is getting colder every day, the nights, longer and chillier. Summer's end. Autumn's advent. It's really a bittersweet sensation for me, especially this year. I had a lot of things happen to me this past summer. With moving to Brooklyn, getting deeper into my relationship, and opening up to new experiences and endeavors, it's been a lot to take in and contemplate. And before I get all pensive and introspective, let me just digress by saying "Haha" at "a lot to take it." :D



Anyways, getting back, yes. Myriad of changes this past summer, when usually my summers are quite idyllic and quiet. I hope this is a sign of better things to come. Or at the very least, just dynamic.

Get my wheels churning and my live a moving for chrissake! And what better way to commemorate this seemingly momentous event than with an impromptu photo shoot.

Vintage Jean Paul Gaultier

This is a great find. And by find, I mean a hand-me-down that my mom got from a friend. Amazing! And god sometimes I wish I had a vagina instead of a penis. If anything, in this male dominated, hetero-normative society that we live in, the least a woman can have is a pair of really high bitchy heels and a military-inspired couture blazer. Now that's what I call empowerment!

HAHAHAHA... {fans the flames of my faggotry}


Jacket by Jean Paul Gaultier (Printemps-Ete 1986), necklace as belt from American Apparel, wedge from Kenneth Cole, necklace as bracelet stylist's own.

Drunk Styling

This is the result of good lighting, an SLR camera, and a closet full of cheap clothes. Enjoy.

Oversized snakeskin print top from H&M, earrings, belt, and shoes stylist's own

Black men's blazer from H&M, Sunglasses from OAK, fedora, earrings, belt and shoes stylist's own.

New Collaboration

I am really excited for this! Over two bottles of wine, my friend and I connected about this blog and fashion in general and ultimately decided to collaborate on this. The fact that I have not been updating my blog is because I not only am a terrible procrastinator, but I also need somebody to inspire me. To share my passion and fuel my creative fire.

So when she expressed her equal enthusiasm about this blog, I almost jizzed in my pants. After a couple of drinks, we took our clothes off, played dress up, and took a ton of photos with a wine bottle on the other hand.

Two cheers for alcoholism and fashion!!!

Slick is Chic

Oil spills are the new black. In response of the recent and much publicized Oil Spill tragedy on the Gulf Coast, Steven Meisel photographed a gut-wrenching editorial spread for Vogue Italia's September issue. It is both beautiful and painful all at the same time. Aesthetically striking and thought provoking.

Here are some photos from the spread:

So to all the nay-sayers of fashion -- questioning, no, opposing its legitimacy and validity as an art form. Here's some tar to smudge all over your smug faces. Here's to constantly having to defend myself and my art. Fuck you bitches!

P.S. Sorry I got really heated. I mean, it is oil after all. No but in all seriousness, I do constantly have to defend myself and stand-up for fashion and its validity as an art form. A lot of people out there consider it as frivolous, arbitrary, even unnecessary. I think otherwise, and this is but only one of the reasons supporting my cause.

That's Just Crazy Talk

Oh mah gawd! New and crazy things just continue to happen in my life. Gained a good five pounds (like I'm not gay fat enough), still procrastinating, oh yeah, and moved to another flat in sunny Greenpoint. With that said, I need new china, silverware, dining table, and sofa. Just kidding. HAHA. No but really. I have been looking for a new dining table because the one that I own now can only be used as a prop. It just cannot hold weight.

But as long as we are already talking about furniture and home decor, one of the reasons why I have not been posting lately is that I somehow have shifted my interests slightly from clothes to furniture. Since painting my new apartment, I have just been going around town to thrift stores, junk shops, and vintage furniture stores everywhere looking for some cheap-ass buys. To date, I have salvaged a solid wood coffee table from the street. A vintage coat rack for $50.00, and a small bench that I made into a reading table. I am going for this vintage, rustic, slightly steam punk look. I mean, I already live in sunny Greenpoint. Might as well go all the way.

P.S. Yes, I do call it sunny Greenpoint. Jealous?

One, I Don't Own Flats!

Fashion's back more emaciated, hungry for Chanel, and with a vengeance. I am talking about none other than Bravo's fashion fiend, Rachel Zoe. I. Literally. Just died.

The Rachel Zoe Project is back for a new season and aired last Tuesday, August 3, on Bravo. The team is back but with the noted absence of Taylor. Although we shall never hear Brad and Rachel squeak the name Taylor ever again, they still promise more awards season drama, fashion show stress, orgasms courtesy of Mr. Lagerfeld, 12-inch heels, and vertigo this season.

So excited! Can't you tell? Check your face in the mirror it's already drenched with pre-cum. As my friend Susan said on my voicemail after purchasing some patent leather Mary Janes, "It's another fashion victory!"

P.S. I think Brad is still one of the hottest creatures on this planet. :D Thoughts?

Hidden Gem

For reasons that are beyond my human comprehension, I have always been intimidated by going into fashion retailers like Club Monaco, J. Crew, Ben Sherman, etc. Possibly because I gingerly grab clothes and try them on with no intention of purchasing them while in said stores. Yeah, I can't afford them. And I always say that "It's free to try them on." So I do. Whenever I can muster the courage and the audacity to do so.

But, Susan and I stumbled upon a Club Monaco (in Queens Center Mall) that takes an additional 50% off all and I mean ALL items on sale. Bought dress shirts for 30 dollars. Who could beat that shit!? Oh and I forgot to mention that this "sale" has been going on for almost a year non-stop. Why? I dare not ask.

P.S. The blue gingham shirt that I am wearing in this photo set is one of them that I got from this store for 30 bucks. My mom absolutely loves this store too. ;)

Vintage Japanese Americana

It's nostalgic. It's cozy. It's charming. It's 10 feet Single. Situated nondescriptly on a quiet tree lined block on N6 in Billyburg is 10ft Single -- a Japanese-run clothing store that specializes in second-hand vintage Americana. Whew. That was a mouthful (that's what she said). lol

Anyho, the store features a wide array of vintage apparel -- from fashion accessories, to bags, to footwear, tanks, shirts, jumpers, jeans, coats, and jackets of the Good Ol' US of A. Strangely, I feel like saying "Yee-haw." Oh wait, I just said it. Well it's out there now. My cheesiness.

And speaking of cheese, the store does not smell dank and/or rank at all. So come on down to 10ft Single. When the old meets the young, and the Old West is run by the Far East. haha. I hope that wasn't too racially inappropriate. But then again, you can shove that PC dictionary up your uptight ass! Tee hee.

P.S. And did I mention that the store was run by Japanese hipsters? Just checking. Oh and by the by, clothes with character and history + cheap = WIN!

Fashion Inspiration of Technology

I know right? I should have graduated from this school. A lot of people have actually mistaken me for a design student or an art student. I personally take it as a compliment. Pathetic really, that's what it is -- getting every little ounce of validation, reminder, and/or acceptance to my true calling. But am I bitter? ... Abso-fucking-lutely. HAHA

No but really, it's no biggie. I still get to live out some part of my dream and for that, I am deeply grateful and happy. I get to live in NYC, get somewhat close to that beacon of light that happens twice every year called Fashion Week, and be surrounded by the "Beautiful People," as Simon Doonan would call them.

These pictures were actually taken by my friend, Chevy. The materialized vision of FIT's design students and their own take on corporate institutions like Swarovski, Bloomingdale's, Tropicana, Six Flags, Yellow Tail, NatGeo, Nabisco, Polaroid, Mapquest, I Love NY, Sephora, Kodak, Bycicle playing cards, and oddly enough... Anna Sui. I know right? Go figure.

This is what earth's oceans would look like against your vaj and ass.

Head-spinning.

OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!!!

Goldfish poop.

The bag lady.

Six flags none the richer.

We all fall down with the House of Cards and the Queen of Hearts.

P.S. How did Anna Sui become the odd duck out, I ask? If memory serves me right, she's still fashion design label out of all the names that I just said/dropped. Innit?