Morrissey, I only had Qvest Edition in hand, I'm sorry. Licking chocolate is cool too.
I tend to do everything wrong. Eat Lay's the night before a photoshoot. Not packing for my trip to Liverpool, buying clothes though every night I seem to come to the conclusion that I have enough clothes, and really, I'm happy with them, well, with the ones that aren't stored away. These days I even seem to spell the easiest words wrong. I have a new faux-fur jacket. Half a year ago, my friend laughed at my faux-fur sleeve jacket, now she loves it. She laughs the same way about it though, except now she's got a cold or something, so it sounds like she's coughing up her words. We bought a new dress togheter today, it kinda reminds me of last fall's Cristopher Kane collection with all the velvet, bright fuchsia pink. It's more like an cosplay outfit though...so pretty.
...now we're nowhere in her thoughts as she dives beneath the waves.
As I'm sitting in our school's library and wondering where all my friends are and why people tell me they're sorry though it's my fault, I can't help but wonder why am I wearing so many things on my wrist that I'm having difficulties to type. Damn you, Kate Lanphear. You're probably so cool that you won't even burn in hell.
Everything second hand except age-old thights. This Morgan De Toi velour LBD I found for 4,50 euros has become one of my favorite dresses! The fuzzy vest was also 4,50 and in those very moments I discovered how to wear it non-traditionally. I've been finding these thights from my drawers, oh how trendy they are and I already have them in brown and twice in black. I never actually wore them 4 years ago when they were having a moment...never too late ha ha.
I did some changes with the layout and I guess it looks really shitty, drop a line if too much so and I'll try to fix it. Sorry about the photoshopping too...yeah, I just kinda discovered it...
Thanks Sanna again for pictures and thanks Em for her room, more pictures with this chandelier coming up!
There was something wrong when she felt more comfortable in beat-up, smelly, crackled black slip-ons that looked like a cut-out from a plastic bag, than in a pair of crisp-white, out of the box amazing heels that she bought because one of her favorite bloggers had that kind of heel, because it was so very Chanel, so very something she wanted to be. There was just a one major flaw: the fucking pair kept slipping off her feet the whole night. Rubbed the wrong way, so to say. Made her feel insecure, like she was a statue no one really cared about. Like all the gothic clothes she had carefully picked out to make a statement started to mold into a one big faux-pas when she catched her reflection in the mirror, or whatever. It was just not right. All she wanted to be was a person equivalent to Olafur Eliasson's work. An Elliott Smith song. And the whole night was just that, I wish he would, when I'm, then we'll. Where had she picked up all this? There was never a class in school for it. Never a good enough reason. Super bad shoes you can walk in, but do you look stupid or what. You had that chance to look good enough. To finally fix your last. fm artist tags. Departure, The.
She wanted to jump off the bus two stops earlier and dump the wrong pair in one of those charity boxes that made a scary sound when you gave your belongings away. Branches where she got most of her belongings anyways. She imagined she would feel like a winner, one pair of bad shoes less, a step towards...everything. Somekind of reverse choose your khakis shit. If it wasn't for the rain...if it wasn't for her cut-out, short, car-stopping gothic ensemble. Instead in her room, she started to rip pages off of some age-old magazines she didn't care about. The funny thing is, she did this until 5.30 AM. Like it was a question of life or death. Had she just found the answer to all of life's questions in filing? If I'd just file all this paper clutter in my room, then my room would be cleaner and my life more perfect...She thought about that vaccination she read from the paper the other day, with a cost of 500 euros it seemed ridiculous but there was a chance it could give resistance to the kind of diseases her adult life could possibly be full of. If she would ever, you know, which she most likely would. If there is a chance it could, she thought. And each page she ripped off, each tacky ad for yoghurt, all she ever wanted was to just perfect her magazines.
burnin' through the trash that piles up in this place and fills up behind my empty face full of things that I'm not to do
you come over with all of your friends and all their opinions I don't want to know and I'm looking over my shoulder bookin' away with nowhere to go
They were just shoes yet so much more...she took them out, with other pairs she had previously kept for reference. They weren't going to pass in her new life. In her new life, she would be reading so much more pretty words and actually figure them out. All she had to do was move the obstacles. Pretend. Like sung in that one song she often had on repeat, she started to think maybe she would like pretending. Everything in boxes, neatly under her bed.
I got nothin' that I want to do more than make another sonnet fuck you to play whenever you make my life cliche so to fit in some little box with the all the labelled shit you would say to keep confusion away
Shoes, vagabond & dinsko, rest, second hand. That hot top she is wearing, I even found it! Haha never hot picures of me, that's the story of my life...seeing Elliott Smiths everywhere, with their nice hats and trenches, making you want to dress down....the new Kasino should be out on 20th!
In the future all I want to do is party and see some bands and Depeche Mode in Paris with 79 999 friends for that night. Right now, I'm going to clean my wardrobe again and take an early start to autumn break. I've got some serious issues, the world has too though so I guess it's OK. Time for Plan B?
Stop reading fashion magazines. Instead, take a look on these amazing 80s Depeche Mode tv presentations. I am not kidding. This will probably be the best style advice you will ever get. Ever. No wonder they took their name from a French fashion magazine.
Oh hello, piles of jewellery a la this season's Givenchy, gothic make-up, Dave wearing tight leather pants with oversized blazer and there's all that black with wonderful 80s hairstyles. Just some of the best people in the world hanging out in Berlin year being 1985. Nice boat, too.
Here, in the same year, the tight leather pants are paired with a long, black jacket. There is something inside me and it's called a heart...Martin has got even more pearls on (talking about accessorising!) and the other blokes are totally minimalistic and so so cool.
In this interview, Dave is decked out in oversized plaid blazer, white t and light-wash jeans, while Andy is having the minimalistic elegance vibe going on with all that grey, giving a certain YSL-look overall.
Dave's outfit reminds me of one of my dear blog readers, Giuliano, who also counts Depeche Mode as one of his inspirations. You can really rest your eyes on this...so well done. Ahh.
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Don't you just love those baggy pants? And that hat and Martin's hair in general? And everything? Bring me back a 1982 youngster...
Look carefully. First, that amazing neckline. Then rolled up pants, high-waisted, even better. Also notice the shoes. The next outfit, nice plaid shirt and easy-goin pants. Then again, how about a cool jeans vest, rolled up sleeves and even cooler bracelet with attitude? To finish it all, there is even more happy pants time with a cropped, stiff leather jacket. All I ever wanted, all I ever needed...
Tomorrow I'm wearing my leather vest so they can go I told you so.
OH MY GOD that see-through top!!! OH YEAH!!! The answer is getting one from American Apparel!
If you want to see more, just spend your nights on interwebz, there are so many good images around...and by the way...anyone up for a Part Two with Pet Shop Boys and just something like Depeche Mode playing in Arvikafestivalen 2009? TOTALLY THERE.
All I want to do is see you,
you silly animal lovers. What more could I ask for?
HOT SEX. Kings of Convenience. Totally about my life and last night (he's got better moves though) at the Kasino A4's New Porn party.
Ok ok I'm so sad, the ReixH&M collection will be only sold in one store in Helsinki and I get money 3 days after the release date and I really want to get a jacket and a shirt and a hat and and and I'll post about it later. I've been also really digging certain collections in Paris. Really. And new Self Service! Getting into the swing!
