Spotted at Paris Fashion Week Spring 2010, S & B Power Struggle

Just kidding, they weren't there, what was there were some mind-blowing shoes. Street fashion never disappoints... frankly, Tommy Ton shots often prove more inspiring then the runway ones. Look for yourselves though, it's been brought to my attention people don't like to READ anymore and actually just prefer to look at pictures. So, voila mes amours! Little to no reading required!

In case you forgot what lurked inside them thangs.

J'aime these!

♥

Je deteste these!

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I wondered how this madame could walk on those, I suspect they were once pencils.

Then I discovered she rode her bicycle instead.

Yes, please notice her footwear, same as above.

Slave to fashion, or whatever.

♥ Lini.

People never notice anything.

As shockingly fewer then all know, Mister Barack Obama gave his first State of the Union Address last night. I half-heartedly streamed it while at school, to hear a chorus of "What's that?" After a sum up of who was saying what to who and why, someone said "I don't listen to political figures anymore, it's like listening to fairy tales that never come true, and if I listen to them I might accidently believe them." I found this statement interesting and a bit shocking. I think people are obligated stay in the know, regardless of your political sentiments. I suppose I can understand the fear of believing in HOPE, only to eventually come to find bitter disappointment. I find the current sentiment in this country slightly disturbing- we all loath the present but feel confident in the future because we placed it in a super hero's hands. Or, for those who didn't, they'll be sublimely thrilled to watch him fail [Not everyone, I know]. So here's to optimism and all that jazz... if the future turns out well, that is. All I know is, homeboy better clear my college loans eventually as promised, ktnx.

Continuing on the note of how much we all despise our lives and current situations, I would like to briefly discuss a Mister Holden Caulfied. Call me a traitor to my generation, but I CANNOT STAND THIS MOTHER FUCKER. I can, and will, list the reasons I dislike this character:

1. He's a shitty brother to his lovely younger sister. I personally am a pretty shitty sibling myself, but this stooge blows me right out of the damn water.

2. He's a failed womanizer. As in he wishes he were one, but is incapable, which just makes him super pathetic.

3. He is the most EMO person ever. I'm pretty sure it's safe to say he actually invented emo.

4. He openly admits he's a liar.

5. He simply cannot get his act together, not even to perform basic life tasks. Reading about his life is like watching someone drive into a wall when you know they could have perfectly well just stepped on the damn brake.

So forgive me hipsters, emo kids, and basically everyone in high school who read this bullshit and loved it because they either could "relate" or rejoiced over finally being assigned such a short novel.

May I be struck down by lighting for saying all this about this poor author's work.

RIP J.D. Salinger, I hope you were a better man than this toolbag you created.

Paris Fashion Week, Spring 2010 Couture.

Jean Paul Gaultier, inspired by Mexico.

Paris Fashion Week, Spring 2010 Couture

Armani Prive

This emerged from a dream!

Spring Fashion weeks are happening, it's that time again.

Peace bitches.

♥ Lini.

Cool.

Something is not quite right, and I cannot quite place my finger on it. I feel like I've forgotten how to do things well.

I can't really do this any justice due to my recent lack of linguistic skills, but please go look at it, it's really awesome. It's called Visionaire. It's a "magazine" I suppose, and each issue is done by a different artist[s] or designer[s] and has a theme. For example, Visionaire 31. Blue contained a stack of posters with different blue artwork featuring different artists including Terry Richardson, and was packaged in a denim shirt by Levi's. Visionaire 56. Solar was designed/embroidered by Calvin Klein and can only be seen in solar light- it appears blank otherwise. Visionaire 54. Sound holds 5 vinyls with over 100 tracks from musicians such as Cat Power and U2 all the way to Alexander McQueen... my personal favorite part of this issue? It comes with a small car which drives around the records, that's how they're played! This all sounds very crazy, it kind of is, but it is all really interesting and I wish I had known about this sooner. Anyone can subscribe to this publication, it will set you back currently $675 yearly, with 4 issues a year [considering an issue was once a Gucci bag, it pays for itself quite quickly.]

I want to subscribe! If you attend PhilaU, our school actually does, and you can request to see the issues, they are housed on the bottom floor of the library.

What if this was the White House?

It is many someone's White House.

Palace in Port Au Prince, Haiti.

Just a side note.

♥ Lini.

Sweating like a sinner in church!

A friend of mine made a interesting point the other day- we, the ecohungry masses have shown our true colors. Once, we boasted a proud collection of reusable tote bags, unbleached cotton denim pants & tees, and vegan leather kicks. Now we can't seem to rip fur off poor critters fast enough! I will guilty admit I am lusting after some fur items myself, maybe a vest or two, a floor length coat of the pimp variety, who knows? All I know is I keep forgetting my reusable tote bags every time I go to the store [and mind you, they're hanging right by the door], and as a vegetarian, I probably shouldn't want to drape hides of animals across my body. Did we just follow the eco-friendly fashion trend out of guilt? Do we feel we paid our debt for enough seasons and now we need to gluttonously reward ourselves with mother nature's finest?

Proenza Shouler.

In other news, another friend sent me this site. It is super odd, I wish it was less creepy a more awesome, but the concept is quite interesting.

That is all. Happy beginning of semester, good luck!

♥ Lini.

I've read a couple blogs, and they had my ass livid.

As children, we were all warned our worlds would slowly progress from a stark black & white to a progressively muddier range of indistinguishable shades of gray. For example, when you're a kid you think sex, drugs, and rock & roll represent the roots of all evil and you swore you'd always far, far stay away. I, for one, couldn't understand why anyone would even dabble in such dreadful matters!

I think we can all agree things change.

Anyway, what all seems so clear to us as children becomes overwhelming confusing as adults. When you're a kid if you like to color, you figure you should grow be an artist. If you like to make sandwiches, you should grow up to be a cook. Now, someone explain to me how somewhere between the relatively short span of elementary school and now this system went horribly awry. You hear janitors whistling lovely melodies while completely untalented people are up on the stage making bank! This isn't even the biggest problem in my opinion, the worst is regularly employed people appear COMPLETELY INCOMPETENT in excecuting the basic purpose of their jobs. Are they bitter because they don't actually want their jobs, and dreamed of being ballerinas when they were five? Do they actually just lack the skills required, to say, I don't know, PLACE SOMEONE IN THE PROPERLY ASSIGNED DORM ROOM? I'm not pointing fingers here, but if for example, you work in residence life at a university and:

A. A room is empty
B. Two students paid for housing
B1. The same two students requested to live together
C. The students have been attempting to contact you in everyway possible short of smoke signals and you're only response has been "We're not doing room changes right now" [Mind you, if you hadn't made a mistake in the first place a room change wouldn't be necessary, and also, PLEASE tell me when a preferable time for room changes would be instead of move-in days at the beginning of the semester? Just curious.]

Maybe I should bite my tongue. I'm just saying if you have work while a lot of people are frantic for employment and maybe you shouldn't TOTALLY SUCK ASS AT YOUR JOB.

Now that Katy Perry is engaged, my chances of marrying Travis McCoy have gone up ever so slightly from 0%. A girl can dream, sigh.

[I do not condone obsessing over celebrities, but he is an artist, so therefore it is acceptable.]

A lot of people hated on this Rodarte outfit Ms. Portman wore to the New York Times Art and Leisure Weekend.

Aside from the fact that I am in love with her, I don't mind this outfit. I think it's cute in a sloppy chic kind of way.

It wasn't technically a red-carpet event, that dress cost her $40 [Rodarte for Target bitches], her hair and makeup looks amazing, and the yellow looks super pretty on her.

Can any of you haters pull that off for 10x that cost? I think NOT.

Sometimes my personal heel collection makes me weep.

Literally, from pain.

Don't get me wrong, I adore each and every pair equally in the way mothers [suppossedly] love their children. Each one has it's one quirks, a story behind how I came to possess them. A distinct manner of fitting upon my feet. They all, however eventually let me down, as children do their parents- but instead of failing calculus or coming home with a tattoo, they either give me blister or another form of intense pain. For this reason, I, their mother just might dote upon their cousins instead: the wedge. Why? You get the height and look of my children, the heel, but with a fraction of the pain. The above pair, however, doe not come at a fraction of the cost.

Stella McCartney Wooden Wedge Pumps, on sale for $687

Gorgeous.

Back to school domani.

We got no class

We got principles

And we got no innocence

We can't even think of a word that rhymes.

Alice Cooper.

♥ Lini.

All I'm Saying is that...

... if I ever start referring to these as the best years of my life- remind me to kill myself.

Pink Floyd.

See, I don't get that. Assuming Mr. Floyd meant his youth, as most people do when they say such things, why such hate? I'm not exactly over the hill myself seeing as I have yet to even graduate college, but yet I still find myself bitterly resentful of those younger then me. I found myself scowling at a 10 year old in Starbucks* last night as she carelessly spilled her chocolate milk all over her silver-sequined Keds slideons. She didn't even flinch. I can't really remember being so apathetic about destroying my footwear, or worse! I certainly cannot recall being okay with wearing Keds. When I see my teenage sister's and co. pictures on Facebook or hear stories of their rebellious nights out, then I really get itching. I trully miss all those things... I miss studying for my driver's test...twice... [Well, I didn't really do that either time, as I am sure is clear, but it's fine.] I miss climbing through the living room window and sneaking out. I miss having my phone confiscated for blowing up my text messaging bill. Now what do I do? I meet people for coffee. I meet people for happy hour. We talk about jobs- or worse, Careers... Relationships. Homes. Lifelongs plans and commitments. What so and so has been up to lately, or have you heard about the [insert baby, engagement, death, or other drastic change here]? WHAT THE FUCK? Where did my red cup parties, school ID's, and after school sleepovers go? Down the drain with the post-prom projectile vomiting apparently. Does everything begin to feel, taste, and seem bland as we age? I remember the first time I ate Chipotle. I firmly believed it was the most delicious food in the world. If burritoism was a religion, I would have converted. Fast forward a few years... just the other day I eat there, and it wasn't the same. It was actually just decent, it was just food. Maybe our threshold for excitement just keeps growing higher as we age, we need more and more to fill out fix. I asked my mom about this phenomenon- she told me she never got the same delicious taste as this bubblegum she loved as a kid. So, Mister Floyd, if I start referring to these as the best years of my life, I don't want to be reminded to kill myself. I just want to be reminded that memories, fickle and paralyzing, often can cripple their owners and you can only be young once. Ouch.

*Back to the Starbucks incident.
I went to get coffee with a friend.
[A practice of those no longer in the prime of their teens and therefore no longer permitted to gather in massive groups and behave erractically but rather encouraged to meet and chat amongst their closer friends, but back to the subject.]
I asked this friend to help me practice speaking Spanish. He obliged. I then proceeded to ask about something I always found intriguing. The difference between Te quiero and Te amo. Basically, they are varying degrees of loving. Te quiero is more friendly and familiar, less serious, whereas Te amo is reserved for romantic "in love" situations. Can we please ALL GET ON THIS PLAN? Why doesn't every language have this? Italian does too, I believe. If my weak observational skills are correct, these would be the equivalencies:
Te quiero = Ti voglio bene
Te amo = Ti amo
Don't you feel this would spare a lot of drama and add in a buffer in relationships between the "When do I tell her/him I love him/her?" You could have like a test drive before purchasing the "I love you" vehicle! Plus I think it is cute.

Those pictures above are in no way relevant to this post, but awesome. Yayeveryday.com is amazing. And they are a chill site. Go look.
Inspire yourself.

Te quiero, Adios.

♥ Lini.

Pay for what you get.

I think when you make a mistake, in one way or another you end up paying for it. The same holds true if you do something right, hopefully. I guess it's just the universe's way of constantly realigning energy and ensuring what happens is what's fair. It's just lately I've just been getting this feeling I've been charged multiple times for the same mistakes I've made. Shouldn't debt just be paid once, or have karma's interest rates skyrocketed recently? Seems I've been charged my weight in gold, and gotten it back twicefold in bad luck. Perhaps the only remedy for this is to start doing good things then a happy balance can be reached?

I miss my Macbook, there's no wireless in my house. I don't know what I want. I feel super antsy today.

Happy 2010 lovers. Get fresh (:

Wait, I'm sorry... Did I say I didn't know what I wanted? Just kidding I want this.

Litter SF earpiece.

SO cool. Actually all their shit is cool, please look.

Now THESE. I don't want them, I NEED them. Like no joke. They are haunting me and I feel I no longer can be happy without them in my life.

D&G 4018.

It really upsets me I put an even number of pictures on here, but this internet will be the end of me. My internet in Milan was no exageration 10x better.

♥ Lini.