Coachella '12/I Pretend I'm in the Desert

In the realm of logical existence, sweaty masses rubbing their bodies together in 110+ degree heat should culminate on the style achievement chart, a score roughly equivalent to what I wore my first day of seventh grade, but miraculously every year the crowd at Coachella manages to dodge this.  It’s a literal fashionable petri dish in the desert every April; all those little drunken amoebas moving around in stylish groups. Set aside the fact that the festival may have bastardized the legacy of one of the only rappers anyone of minor intelligence has respect for... Coachella’s gotten reeeeal popular in the last couple of years so all the big music/movie/fashion/whyaretheyfamousicantremember names are there gettin their scene on.  This always results in inneresting game of who-looks-the-coolest, here are my (personal) winners:

Kate Bosworth- rockin all Isabel Marant all da time

Whitney Port- showing that I don't always hate print mashing

Nicole Richie- the original boho child 

Isabel Lucas - I can't decide if I posted the first picture because I like her outfit or her boyfriend. Option 2 most likely. but OUTFIT 2. prairie girl. yes please.

Rosie Huntington-Whitely - showing the world that we might as well just bury our heads in the sand, while wearing extra awesome Jbrand x Christopher Kane daisy shorts and Givency ankle boots. meow. 

ANNNND now, last, and most definitely least we have a crackhead Vanessa Hudgens trying really, really, really, really, really, really hard to look like she's still relevant and/or cool.  And failing miserably. I personally prefer the drug-dippin picture of her from last year.

While all these loons were prancing around under the desert sun, I was busy in Northern California losing (part) of my mind at STS9's two-day oakland show.  Four sets, two nights, SO MUCH DANCING. I was awesome and HOT out too, so needless to say I made like a desert-goer all short shorts and crocheted dresses and what not.  Here's what I wore:

 (from top left) shoes/Cole Haan x Nike Air, belt/Joe's Jeans, shorts/vintage Levi's (my roomates), tank top/Rebecca Beeson, dorky green sticker/my own, shoes/Sam Edelman, dress/Free People, Bracelets (wrist down)/Costa Rican friendship bracelet, custom made leather and onyx, Stella&Dot, House of Harlow 1960

Loyola Street Style/Lock Your Door I'm Coming to Steal Your Clothes

Set aside my initial bashing of the on-campus style here in LA, and feast your eyes on this delectable outfit.

Amanda Bjorn, senior photo/art history major rockin the shit out of the most awesome pair of pants I've ever seen and a belt "just from some boutique in Paris".  Oh Amanda, I praise you for your nonchalant coolness and bangin outfit. YOU GO!

top/free people

pants/vintage

belt/boutique in Paris

boots/vintage 

jewelry/vintage

Frills and Shit/Lady Dressing/Pre Excitement for Pre Fall

Those of you who are lucky enough to be graced with my weirdness on a semi-regular basis may have heard me inquire, quite legitimately, whether or not I appear to in fact like other girls. IE: me in size 30 destructo* jeans, brogues, and a men’s XXL topshop tshirt, “do I look like a lesbian right now?” my roommate: “you might want to find a smaller shirt” Me: sad face.  THE POINT BEING comfort reigns supreme in my daily life/dressing habits, and coupled with the fact that I can really get down with androgynous (read: not girly) clothes, results in my forgetting that I have a female figure at times.  That being said, while perusing the pre-fall shows a magical tingly sensation spread over my body after seeing the supa fem girly girl dresses, gypsy-lady skirts, and grandma lace that was featured front and center at all the shows!!!! WOWOWOW! PANTS BEGONE! I can’t wait to get my bod in these solid gold lady clothes. This stuff is actually wearable, a concept often forgotten in high fashion. Not only do they make sweet street duds (ok, I admit that's a sliiight stretch- but stick with me here) that but they are flattering to those of us less pin-shaped than the models the clothes are shown on. Awesome because I like cheeseburgers. (TMI? too bad.) Some may argue HEY these are fall styles dummy! But let’s be real, if I was trying to dress on-trend/in-season….well that’s never happened so I’m not even sure what trying would look like. 

Roberto Cavalli

Jesus. Even though Gypsies may be the most hated race (?) of people in Europe I will gladly make like a psychedelic urchin girl if I can dress like this.  Fabric on fabric on fabric touchin the floor, animal prints, the color aubergine and furrrrrrrrr. Yum.

Isabel Marant

Isabel Marant has once again managed to capture and reproduce a ‘I just pulled this off the floor of my closet and threw it on, IDGAF, don’t you want to be me?’ vibe.  Yes Isabel, yes I want to be you.  She’s pulling a sexy western cowgirl/annie’s got a gun theme for her fall ’12 show, and I for one am digging it. Emphasis on the short hemlines and frills. Plus dress + leather ankle boots = fun

Now let's be real people.

I could realistically afford approximately one button from the back of the epic mermaid Cavalli skirt picture above OR a single stud from the sweet Isabel Marant booties in the pics. OR people, not and, or.  This shiz is so crazy expensive that for now I am relegated to drooling on my computer screen while dreaming studded leather boot day dreams, but ALAS the unplumbed depths of my closet (think 20,000 leagues under the sea, Dr. Nero would be scared) have much to offer.  I present my findings…

 (from top) skirt/free people skirt/free people dress/vintage dress/lucky brand
 ps- pardon the "unique" (mediocre) photography, I am currently tripod-less

 *anything with more than 3 holes in it. whether intentional or not…

Hello/I'm just nervous because it's my first time and I don't really know what to say

WHY?

Why, you may ask, do I feel compelled to spread my own suspiciously schizophrenic personal style (if you could call it that) out into the already overcrowded and rather polluted fashion blogosphere?? I will tell you my reasons now*.  Living and going to college in LA one experiences the uniquely ridiculous phenomena of “collegiate style” and designer slacker-wear. Yes, slacker-wear I say!  Hoodies. Sweatpants. Leggings worn as pants but not to the gym! Now while I'll cop to owning and wearing a few of these items, I kept them in the house people! Admittedly, they may have made some hung-over coffee trips, but that's it!! Really! Anyways, the point is, I wanna see people dress up!! Sorry for all the exclamation points, but I cant help but get a little heated when I think about all the sweet little gems hanging in my closet just waiting their turn to be worn. Some people neglect these cries for attention! I'm telling you, if going to school to expand your brainz/become an intellectual wizard isn't an occasion to get dressed up for, I don't know what is.

That being said, I tend to lean towards the over-zealous when it comes to dressing on a day to day basis. If I had to give it (and by it I mean my style, referred to as such because of its tendency to take on a life of its own) a single descriptive title it might be something along the lines of high-waisted hippie cum 70s-bed-headed rock n roll love child. Yeah. I would hope that such a title would imply my love of anything and everything high-waisted (duh), made of suede or silk, vested, flared, rust and camel colored, fur embellished/collared etc. Preferably of a floaty (a tricky synonym for baggy I like to use) silhouette. I never met a platform or leather boot I didn't like and no I didn't brush my hair this morning!! Just kidding.  All jokes aside, the jean legging is a torture device designed by silly (read: scary) people who don’t like to eat, and for now I'm stickin with maxi skirts and silk pajama pants so wide people ask if I'm wearing a blanket on my lap in class. Seriously.

I don't take myself very seriously and neither should you.  Seriously.

*I mostly was hoping to justify a crippling shopping addiction. Just kidding! But seriously.