My Sidekick Tried To Steal My Cape

#teenvogue (Dress + Tights + Necklace c/o Romwe, Ring c/o Oasap, Sunnies: Forever 21, Shoes: Vintage)

Here by popular demand, (Ok, it was actually just Nusardel making a really weird analogy) are the photo's taken of my cape dress. Twirly twirly. My legs look awkward. Whatever though. 

xx,

J

ps. In case you missed it: 200 Followers vis GFC = Giveaway + HUGE NEWS.

Let's All Just Pretend We're Italian.

 

(Dolce & Gabbana,  FW13 Womenswear, feat. Bianca Balti, Monica Bellucci, and Bianca Brandolini )

Ok, I don't do this often because I am not the biggest fan of putting what are basically really pretty ads on my blog, but I saw these and had to say something. 

These ads make me want to be Italian (Like we all didn't ALREADY want to be Italian) Dolce & Gabbana did an amazing job with this campaign. I love how there is more to look at then just the clothes, or the models. You feel like you're watching an actual family, who just happen to be waaaaaay better dressed than your own. And prettier. But, you know, they're Italian.  :D 

How do you feel about this campaign? Too forced, or natural to perfection? Or do you think they look like Russians? (This is what my Oma said when I showed it to her.)

xx,

J

ps. Said it before, I'll say it again: At 200 followers via GFC, there will be a giveaway (that you're gonna love.) and HUGE news (That you're gonna love.) 

Two Word Thursday

 

HER. HAIR.

xx,

J

In Which I Walk In Slow Motion

Ok, y'all KNOW how I feel about anything that billows, poofs, swirls or any mixture of the three. So when I got this gorgeous dress from Romwe, and it had a cape, well, you know. I DIED. That's right, I'm writing this from fashion heaven. Anyway, I really really realllly wanted to show all of you how cool it looked, but I have a semi-rubbish camera which could not completely grasp the concept of TAKING THE PHOTO WHILE I WAS SPINNING. So instead, I made a video. I have gotten a lot of questions about what I do to get all those funny or semi-decent photo's, so now YOU will get to see what I'm actually doing when I'm supposed to be in serious fashion blogger mode.

I have no idea why it is a single panel. I really don't. But I kind of like it, it reminds me of those really cool H&M ads. Which are, you know, really cool. 

It BILLOWS.

and just wondering, would anyone like to see the actual photos, or should I just lock those far far away?

xx, 

J

ps. Don't forget: help me reach 200 followers on the blog, and we've got a ah-mahzing giveaway and some pretty giant news for you. like, huge. So get to coercing and facebook wall spamming.

Today I'll Be: DKNY PR Girl

(This is a new feature I'm tossing about. I'm going to feature short videos, photo's random snippets of conversations I eavesdroppe- er, respectfully listened to, and other bits of fluff about interesting people I like to pretend I am.)

You know who she is. Well, for quite a long time you didn't, but now you do. She's the voice behind one of the most popular fashion twitters out there, and you haven't even SEEN the stuff she does WHILE she's tweeting. Meet....

DKNY PR Girl 

(She has a real name, because most of us do, but this is so much more impressive)

Your fingers are just ITCHING for a blackberry now, aren't they?

 xx,

 J 

ps. When I get to 200 followers, I have quite the little giveaway planned, and some HUGELY GLITTERASTIC (That's right, I just combined glitter and fantastic. Your mind: blown.) news. So go coerce your friends to follow me. Just stay within semi-legal means.

It's all just like ugh, and my bag is RED.

Hellooooo loves. Sorry I've been AWOL and also MIA, this entire week has been TRAGIC. I was holed up like a fox (not the fantastic kind, no Roald Dahl influence here.) in my room working on my 4-H record book. (I got my gold star! YIPPEE.) THEN I had all sorts of other stuff to do, involving spaghetti and boys who don't know their mothers schedule. it was all just UGH. ANYWHO. I missed y'all! Isn't that weird? It's weird. So I thought as a treat for being lovely and not deserting me even though I deserted you, I'd put up an outfit post. (BWAHAHAHAHAHA)

 

( #TeenVogue ring: oasap.com Jeans: Rock & Republic Bag: Vintaaaage T-shirt: Old Navy Sunglasses: Forever 21 Shoes: They're European)

I seriously love this bag. My mum gave it to me  (I think she's attempting to infiltrate my closet) isn't is CAH-UUUTE? And it's very red, which makes me happy. I'm just thinking, this is basically the ORIGINAL candy-colored plastic bag. It's so old, it's IN. THat's about a bakillion times better than being new and in. You can't really see it, but I'm wearing the is ah-dorable ring I got from Oasap. It has ears. You know that's amazing.

Are you having any ughhhhhh moments lately??

xx,

J

Meet My Wolf Pack.

I don't think anyone realizes how many teenagers there are working in fashion. Bloggers, Models, we're all under 18. And yet, for every one of us, there are 50 regular kids just living their life. They go..um, I don't even know what they do, while we rush ourselves everywhere to get a good spot to see those shoes skip down the runway so we can run back and be the first to write about it. We hole up in our closets durning fashion week just watching the shows, while they go to movies and hang out. It's a different life. Both have their pro's and cons, but one isn't better than the other. Unfortunately, I've lost more than one friend who had a different opinion of that. Some think it's stupid, or that their "normal" lifestyle is better. The thing is, those regular teenagers don't really understand the obsession. This is nothing against them, it's probably healthier that way, and I'm not trying to make us sound exclusive, but, well...we kind of are. My friends love me, and they want to support me, but they will never truly understand my relationship with my blog, and this industry, this world, the way these kids do. So with that, meet my wolf pack.

                                        Nusardel/14/Australia/Mint Maison/nusardel.com
Meet my astral twin. I mean, really, his blog is so perfect. We met after he was stalking my Instagram and I started stalking his, and the rest is history. And if you want to understand what kind of person he is..well, he volunteered this photo of himself. Mmmhmm.

Camilla/16/Into The Fold/intothefoldfashion.com

I really don't remember how I found Camilla + Camilla's blog, but I do remember the last time I trawled through it turning a rather pinky looking shade of green, because it was this morning. Camilla is probably the second most sarcastic blogger ever (anyone wanna guess number one? If you really just tried to guess, there's no hope.), has a closet you want to live in, and eats nutella, which in my mind, automatically makes her amazing.

Chris/16/F.Affiche/faffiche.blogspot.com

I met Chris through an ad. No, not like that you creeper. I posted on an IFB message board saying I was looking for some menswear blogs, because I wanted a different view. The only person who responded was Chris. Since then, we've become very good friends. And his blog is great. I continuously force my male friends to read it whenever they call me asking for style advice (they all do it, just won't own up to it.)

Theres a couple more people that make up the Pack, but these three are the core. No one will ever understand better than them. Gosh, that sounded sappy. But you get the idea. If you want to meet the rest of the wolf pack, check out the tab at the top.

Do you have some understanders? (This is sounding  more and more like a support group.)

xx,
J

Flowers on the head? No, I wear them on my ears.

 

Floral earrings, Forever 21, $1.50

I have been seeing flowers everywhere. and everywhere is some very strange places, trust me. I am as much in love with floral crowns as Lana Del Rey, but you can't exactly wear one everyday. Well you could, but the people behind you in the theatre might get the teensiest bit upset. So here is my compromise. These gorgey little floral earrings. I have about six different pairs in all different colors, and I love them. They go fabulously with every single thing. Seriously, I have tested this theory. 

And now on to the bit where I ask you something. Click on this link, put on a blind fold, and mute your computer. Ok, maybe it's not THAT bad, but this video will probably haunt me for the rest of my life. I wanted to get in my two cents about Romwe while I could, and when I could, I looked a mess. Sorry about that. 

If you are still reading this, and haven't ditched me after seeing that video, I love you.

Really.

xx,

J

Let's Get Lost Tonight. And Tomorrow.

And possibly the day after that, but I'll have to check my calender.

Everyone dreams of that one adventure they will have that will change their life. (Well, maybe not accountants. They probably dream about ludicrous numbers or something) I'm planning to go to Europe for a year after high school with The Maia's. (I call them this because, as you may have guessed, their names are Maia & Maia. Besides that, they are about as two different people as you can get.) We'll hop on the wrong train, eat stuff that maybe isn't totally healthy, and wear strange clothing. We'll also get to see some of the most beautiful cities on the planet, meet amazing people, and learn. a lot. Anyway, I'm bringing all this up because Billabong just released this video which is kind of everything I want that trip to be.

(If you want to learn more about my trip, check out our as-in-progress website, The Suitcase Sisterhood. * Hint hint, you can also donate funds to help us pay for essentials like food and pretty shoes. We'll love you forever. * )

Do you have a Great Adventure planned? What's it going to be? I want to hear. 

xx,

J

She needs to go back in her storybook.

Ok, I know y'all are probably getting sick of my face, but I really wanted to show these to you. 

This is a photoshoot I did for the newly launched Atelier Indigo magazine. The theme was fairy tales, and so naturally my brain went to feather eyelashes and pink lipstick. What do you think??

Also, there is an evil queen hiding in your closet with a too tight shoe.

xx,

J

Dr.'s Marten & Suess

 

poodle skirt: hand made, tank: old navy, : shoes: Dr. Marten, Bag: vintage, Sunglasses: Forever 21

Oh goodness, this skirt is so perfect. My mum actually made this for me about four years ago for a play in which I was to play cheerleader #3. True story. Anyway, the play failed (I mean, obviously the directer wasn't too brilliant if she cast me as a cheerleader..) and I promptly took this skirt and stuffed it in a drawer and forgot about it. Then today, my closet spat it up, and I ran with it. Dragged out my old Dr. Marten mary-janes, and the bag, and VOILA, we had an outfit. The funny part is, I only put the sunglasses on because it was so ludicrously sunny outside, but now looking at the pictures, it's actually a nice finishing touch.

Do you have a ancient artifact of a treasure hidden underneath your shoe pile in your closet?

xx,

J

A quickish note on the MTV Awards.

This is not happening. Don't any of these people own a mirror?


xx,
J

The People In My Closet.

My closet doesn't lead to Narnia (le sigh) but there are PEOPLE in there (Before you call the cops, I'm not talking about actual people, or mummies or anything. A few ghosts, yes, but they're harmless, they're just in there for the pretty clothes.). and music, and watercolour sploshes, and glitter,  and all kinds of other fun stuff. All of which, I consider both the best piece of artwork ever, and my muse.  So in the spirit of musing about muses, I attempted to make a moodboard. I didn't feel I was ready to make a giant wall a la Tavi (actually, I have no more wall space, but oh well.) so I made a smallish one, and I am rather proud of it.

Meet the Musings: 

Marilyn, Marina, Audrey, Twiggy, Lauren, and Fifi, along with a lot of random fluff I found attractive.

and because I was feeling productive, I even made a playlist (but because I am incapable of being normal, there are artish type video bits in there as well to watch. All in the name of musinosity.) to go with it:

Enjoy. I am thinking this is going to be a regular thing, but I may need to get another wall.

 xx, 

J

Ths Town Will Eat You. Or Dump Glitter on You. We'll See.

So I won't talk about my stint in Sedona, because frankly, it was boring and you don't care. But LOS ANGELES. HOLLYWOOD. This town is the best thing ever. To quote one of my favorite books ever: "It's the perfect mix of glamorous and crummy." There are hobos sitting outside Chanel, and Marilyn Monroe's star is outside a McDonalds. And it's all brilliant. I have a rubbish camera, but take a look:

My Street. :)

 Iguana Vintage. This was what I imagine heaven is like. Racks and racks of clothing, and sequins, and AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.            

                   Meet Juan. He had amazing clothes, and even more amazing nails, which you cannot see due to my aforementioned rubbish camera.

              30,000. Pairs. Of. Shoes. One Building. Paradise.

          HEY LOOKIT IT'S HEIDI.

                                                 This place was cool. And not just because of the name. But that was 96% of it.

 

This guy stopped just long enough for me to take a picture of his outfit, then zoomed off. Skateboards & blazers were a big thing in LA. So was zipping away when I was trying to take a picture.

 

I ran into so many people because  was looking at the sidewalk, waiting for this one. When I finally found it, I looked around and was highly confused. What idiot put MARILYN MONROE'S star outside a McDonalds?!!?!

         These wigs are a caption all their own.

     MARINA.

 

                                  This is me. The posters behind me are actually cooler than my outfit.

 

     THE ROXY. One day, I'll sell this place out.

So that's basically the short version. I'll be posting some more videos + photo's soon, once I find the connection cable, and the actual video camera :) But if you want to see some RIGHT THIS ACTUAL MOMENT, check out my Instagram: abentpieceofwire

Have you gone on your vacation yet?

xx,

                                                                                 J