i am a 17 years old girl who loves music. fashion. my style. other peoples veiw of style... now I know you gonna have a crush for me.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

"grandiose yet intimate indie rock" -P4K

this is by far not a music blog but I from time to time have a band that I dig so much I feel the need to share it with you guys so this is the video for a totally addictive song....

Two- The Antlers

Sing along:
In the middle of the night I was sleeping sitting up, when a doctor came to tell me, “Enough is enough.”
He brought me out into the hall (I could have sworn it was haunted), and told me something that I didn’t know that I wanted to hear: That there was nothing that I could do to save you, the choir’s gonna sing, and this thing is gonna kill you. Something in my throat made my next words shake, and something in the wires made the lightbulbs break. There was glass inside my feet and raining down from the ceiling, it opened up the scars that had just finished healing. It tore apart the canyon running down your femur, (I thought that it was beautiful, it made me a believer.) And as it opened I could hear you howling from your room, but I hid out in the hall until the hurricane blew. When I reappeared and tried to give you something for the pain, you came to hating me again and just sang your refrain:
You had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare. You were just a little kid, and they cut your hair, then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying. They should have listened, they thought that you were lying. Daddy was an asshole, he fucked you up, built the gears in your head, now he greases them up. And no one paid attention when you stopped eating. “Eighty-seven pounds!” and this all bears repeating.
“Tell me when you think that we became so unhappy, wearing silver rings with nobody clapping. When we moved here together we were so disappointed, sleeping out of tune with our dreams disjointed. It killed me to see you getting always rejected, but I didn’t mind the things you threw, and phones I deflected. I didn’t mind you blaming me for your mistakes, I just held you in the door frame through all of the earthquakes. But you packed up your clothes in that bag every night, and I would try to grab your ankles (what a pitiful sight.) But after over a yea, I stopped trying to stop you from stomping out that door, coming back like you always do. Well no one’s gonna fix it for us, no one can.
“You say that, ‘No one’s gonna listen, and no one understands.’
“So there’s no open doors, and there’s no way to get through, there’s no other witnesses, just us two.”
There’s two people living in one small room, from your two half-families tearing at you, two ways to tell the story (no one worries), two silver rings on our fingers in a hurry, two people talking inside your brain, two people believing that I’m the one to blame, two different voices coming out of your mouth, while I’m too cold to care and too sick to shout.
You had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare. You were just a kid, and they cut your hair. Then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying. They should have listened, they thought that you were lying. Daddy was an asshole, he fucked you up, built the gears in your head, now he greases them up. And no one paid attention when you just stopped eating. “Eighty-seven pounds!” and this all bears repeating

Sunday, August 23, 2009


"It seems like an injustice to me that today's
fashion is only made for young, handsome and thin people. The whole world has a
right to dream, to feel more handsome."

--Gori de Palma

I love this quote for more reasons than one, mainly because it's saying everything that needs to be said about the fashion industry without being harsh, just factual.

There is this taboo about models and that they don't eat or whatever, but I believe the industry has pressures and adds to this stigma... I mean seeing pictures of stick thin actresses and T.V. personalities isn't exactly encouraging to the little girl who sees it glamourized on a daily basis, soon she'll feel ostracized for being herself, trust me. I'm not going to say I was affected, because I'm the type who can give a care or less about what Miley-whats-her-face or any of those Disney clones is currently doing... I guess I'm sort of worried for the kids who do, because what happens when the person they look up to lets them down? and all they ever knew was that this idol of theirs could never do any wrong. What happens then?

(This tiny rant was ispired by an amazingly inspirational blog I read daily Hail Mary. You must read this)

Saturday, August 22, 2009

we tipped the waiter

If you know me or are familiar with this blog then you know that I have a "shoe fetish" (gah I hate the word fetish.. it makes me think of moustache donning creeps who work at 7 eleven.. or something) of sorts. I have compiled a long list of all the shoes I would love to own or you know build a sweatshop in my house and have annoying children *cough* a certain cousin of mines *cough* *cough* can make replicas of them.... whichever is fine by me.
I mean really, what else children good for?
(I am superior, I am 16 after all and that's like half way to 30.. or something)

OK, back on track.... SHOES!
I have done a shoeGASM post before, but it wasn't nearly as opulent, long, or amazing as this post. I thought long and hard (get your mind out of the gutter) about the selection of shoes following... and It sort of tells you some info about me. Notice how I have a pair of freaking sweet Nike's but no Nicholas Kirkwoods... I guess I like what I like! (and am not easily swayed) or I just really like Nike's... Not to put down these or these, but those have been seen EVERYWHERE, and I wanted to showcase something a little different...

These Sergio Rossi shoes are by far my faves. I could be a tad biased because I have this thing for 'fashion with a conscience'. They are biodegradable heels! The thought of a biodegradable shoe just makes the corners of my mouth turn up in a smile formation and them being well made, not cheap or unattractive looking, is a plus! So to anyone who thinks that earth friendly shoes have to be clunky sneakers, I'm here to prove you wrong.. or rather these shoes are here to prove you wrong. I mean, just look at them! There is often a negative connotation that goes along with 'Biodegradable Clothing' many people with a right fashion sense wouldn't give them the time of day, but sometimes a cork heel is all you need to compliment a cocktail dress...

These handmade shoes are from a label by the name of Finsk, under the helm of designer Julia Lundsten.
I like where this label is going with its use of bi-products from other industries, that alone decreases their carbon foot print by a ton, by using already used materials you don't have to go using energy resources to make new. The brand has also caught the attention of iconic shoe designer Manolo Blahnik, who has said that the shoes are, "Divine, exquisite, and perfect"... and I can't agree more! Also just like the aforementioned Sergio Rossi heels, they are good for the environment. YAY!

I have always had an interest in architecture (also interior design, but that is for another post) and these shoes by Chau Har Lee are absolutely bonkers. They personify everything I've ever wanted to see in a shoe, stealth, sleek, sexy, possible weaponry (also see the fall '09 prada shoes). Yes I said possible weaponry, you never know when you're going to be walking down a dark alley and all you have for protection is your heels. (because I often walk down dark alleys)

Oh Balenciaga! I lovelovelove (to be said three times fast to prove just how much I dig them) these shoes!
It was one of those love at first sight deals for sure. And it is almost (by almost I mean fully on) to the point where when I see them in editorials I might drop a tear or two. I know just how I would style them and everything. Ohhhh the possibilities! I hate seeing magazines style them wrong, and by wrong I mean not on me, HAI I WOULD BE A MODEL IF I COULD WEAR THOSE SHOES.

Um. Question: Do I even have to say anything about these "absolutely flawless gorgeous Alber Elbaz you genius" Lanvin shoes? No? I don't? Well I think I might say just one thing: Lanvin foreva and evaaaaaaaa

Ohai, I would like to own you. I really dig Nike sneakers.... to the point where I won't even consider other sneakers because I figure them to be complete and utter trash//Nike wannabees. and nobody can be Nike, they are the originators. Show respect.

I was just asking myself: "Self, would a shoeGASM post be complete without some floral docs? and since myself answered: "no you retarded butthole, it wouldn't be" I had to throw these in somewhere..

There is no excuse for a person to not like these heels. They remind me of what Robin Hood would wear if he wasn't busy obsessing over "saving the poor and stealing from the rich" or whatever other shit that dude was into. I know you could picture it. Go ahead... PICTURE IT

Oh NOES! No more sexy shoe time?! I cannot compute that.
Until next time xoxo The StReeT Chanteuse

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