February 13, 2011

miss world

Oops! Fashion Week posting is a bit spotty since free time has to be spent on homework, and I need more time to let all the fancy clothes I've been seeing ~marinate, so an outfit for now. I've been paying some homage to Hole/Courtney, as one with a tiara should.

Goody tiara, thrifted top and shoes, skirt was a gift from Miu Miu. Thank you Angie for taking this picture!

This is me at my first strip joint! The West Gentleman's Club, to be precise. The complexgeometries presentation was held there, and I was bummed to see there were no strippers. But I will still always remember that night as the night I Became A Man. Speaking of rites of passage into male adulthood, I saw Justin Bieber's documentary Bar Mitzvah montage last night. It was enjoyable! And in 3D. So when he pointed and sang "you make me smile," it was like I make him smile. I am pro-JB because someone has to be a tween dreamboat pop boy and he's not going away, but what started out for me as "I'm just gonna embrace him" has become a bit of an obsession. Plus he started out playing on steps outside a theater. Though that might've led the most annoying part of the movie:

A girl, about 12, is playing violin outside theater steps in Canada. JUSTIN BIEBER approaches, entourage and camera crew in tow, and stands before her with his arms crossed, grinning.
GIRL: (After a few moments) Are you Justin Bieber?
JB: WHY YES, YOUNG LASS, YES I AM. YOU SEE, I TOO USED TO PLAY OH SO HUMBLY ON THE STEPS OF THE OLE' THEATER, AND LOOK AT WHERE I AM NOW! SEE THESE WHITE JEANS I'M WEARING? SEE EM? 200 BUCKS, THESE BABIES COST ME. NOT FIT FOR DIRTY STEPS SUCH AS THOSE YOU PEASANTS PLAY ON, OH NO! SO REMEMBER TO ALWAYS FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS, AND MAYBE IF YOU'RE LUCKY, YOU'LL END UP LIKE ME! ME AND MY WHITE JEANS! (Hair flip.) NEVER FORGET THOSE WISE WORDS, YOUNGUN, AND BECAUSE I'M IN A GOOD MOOD TODAY, I'LL DROP THIS PRETTY PENNY INTO YOUR VIOLIN CASE.
GIRL'S EYES: why are you here i don't care about your jeans let me play my classical violin god

Marisa let me borrow this way important necklace.
Self portrait, blah blah blah.