I'm pretty sure that everyone is beyond skulls, especially if Horyn is finally railing against them and has officially not invited them to 2011. Delfina Delettrez's Salome earrings are great except for the skulls. I would clip the skulls off with wire snips and save them for later and maybe replace them with plain gold beads if I had 2200 dollars and an inclination towards DIYing something that cost a season's worth of rent. Which I don't, I'm no Daphne Guinness. But hey neither is she, as this article proves. She wasn't a born goth as she now so fervently claims. She was just as WAG-y and gross as any woman married to a Greek shipping heir in the 90s would have been.
I love all things Schiap/Dalíesque. They seem better sans skulls, no? Another long brewing fashion home decor directive has been the film Bell, Book and Candle. Gillian Holroyd's shop/apartment is my living quarters aspiration. Everyone is so busy doing the obvious hippie witch vibes but I'm all about beatnik witch vibes in my living space as well as my clothing situation. Seriously, look into it. Mid-century modern with a bunch of ethnic mask accents. Cropped black trousers and slim tunic sweaters with gigantic jewelry. This is next level witch realness (since everyone and their dog is on Paris Is Burning slang lately). Don't say I never gave you any friendly advice.
I remember not seeing Tron as a child, even when it came out on VHS and we had to rent a VCR with our videos because we lived in the dark ages. Even then I understood that most realities were not going to live up to my imagination of them. I'm too afraid to watch it now because there is no way it is not going to look hokey to my overstimulated post-Avatar-Ativan eye. I am filmically superstitious. The ideas of the thing in my head is more precious than whatever the reality is and why ruin a good thing?
Now that they're making a new Tron, I remain superstitious as ever with a 90% surety I will not be seeing this one as well. I am enjoying the supremely overreaching Disney cross-promotion though. I never understand how these loss leaders actually work. A $600 Threeasfour bag is not going to change my general disdain for The Wizards of Waverly Place. But this Tron Legacy/Opening Ceremony collaboration is what would happen if Zara decided to do Jil Sander and Pierre Hardy instead of Chloé and Céline. I kind of love it.
See? Good right? There are not enough neoprene dresses in the world, I say.
I keep dozens upon dozens of tabs open and am just cleaning out my browser for your amusement/amazement. In case you missed them or don't surf my brainwaves, this fantastic blog posted them about a month ago. Another French motorcycle blog posted different ones from the same mythic book back in March. There isn't much information on the internet otherwise. I emailed my librarian friend, we'll see what he turns up, he's a genius book bloodhound.
These photos are just the sort of inspiration I need for my LA junkie boots. I have no problems looking like a Gun Club groupie.
It is autumn weather and I've got my autumn sweater. I am transitioning easily out of my summer jams into fall drones such as this. I listen to albums in the cold months and singles in the hot ones. How do you do it? This fall feels like a Jason Pierce fall doesn't it?
p.s. Secret project. Taking Georgia Hubley's apparent(?) lack of dress sense and trying to repurpose it into something awesome. Her proportions are ALWAYS wrong. It's like she's doing some sly Margiela thing because no one wears mom jeans for 20 years straight without once hitting on a trend, any trend at the right time. It is totally self-aware. Always being off is being done on purpose, I promise.