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stacy ♥

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liz.

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amy.

ootd.

see that face? that's my pretty girl face.  yeah. i know. this is why i prefer to take photos of other people.

anywhoville, this is ma outfit today. thrifted tops (the red one is fixing to be a fave already cuz i adore the proverb on it, thanks to ruki ^^), lame ass ross jeans and my loverly demonic cat tote. win.

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courtney in angelic pretty ♥

FRUiTS no. 189

so yay me for totally getting the april issue of FRUiTS!! i've not bought one since last year so i'm pretty stoked. and seeing as i haven't gotten my dose of tokyo street fashion for months now, i haven't had any favie looks to post here... well here they are dollies!!

btw, forgive the quality, i'm using my phone to  blog because i don't have a scanner/ i'm lazy ♥

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vaniqua

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sarina

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tiffany.

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yay, first random snap!! this is sarah, whom i spotted rocking these totally cute statement shades while waiting for the bus. cute, ne?

my picks from FRUiTS... from last month. sigh.

got my sparkling water and my “lovesong” by the cure. time to write. moving on.

ok so this post is late. ms. lamey mc lamerson over here has been really busy doing nothing in particular (watching anime, getting prepared to start school, watching 1970’s Japanese exploitation films… the usual), so she was far too busy to write a piece on her favorite looks in the august issue of FRUiTS. gomen nasai.

storytime now: i waltz into kinokuniya bookstore totally jazzed that i am gonna buy the latest FRUiTS, and a little nervous as to whether they will still have any in stock since i wasn’t able to make it over that way for a while. much to my delight, there it was in all of its street fashion-y glory, one single issue waiting for me to take it home. but something was… off. not wrong, but different. the mag was considerably smaller, the cover was glossy, the binding no longer stapled. yes, FRUiTS has redesigned.

caught me off guard for a sec there, but naturally the inside is still filled with the cutting edge styles its famous for. a lot of what my sister and i like to call tumblr fashion is super popular on the streets of harajuku now; cutoffs, printed tights still, spiked creepers, spike and rosette headbands. not that i don’t dig it, but the things that stood out to me were a little different.

 the first outfit to catch my eye was a totally cute decora style. it seems the decora are a dying tribe, so i was stoked to see such a cute and considerable wearable decora ensemble! her overall shorts are adorable, and extra yay for her panda shoes. <3

ok. pink buzzed hair and feathers. this girl is already epic from just her head to her shoulders. the leggings? oi to the awesome.

denim on ripped denim. simplicity that sounds like it should suck, but obviously doesn’t. i adore this look for its total lack of trendy.

ok, the whole effect of this look is weirdly entrancing to me. the basic appeal of the top moving down to the cute high waisted shorts with the really cool texture to the-OH MY GOD THOSE TIGHTS RULE!! i loooooove these tights for some reason. they give her whole look impact, and her shoes are pretty wicked too.

andy warhol would eat this girl alive with a grin if he was alive today. then he’d paint her portrait. she’s so factory it isn’t funny. adore her pink shoes with an otherwise monochromatic look.

well, that’s it for the looks that really got me this time around…the new issue should be out soon so hopefully i’ll actually write about it when i get it, not a month later. oh, btw! FRUiTS has added little trading cards to the magazine now! random! and full of yay!!

until next time,

XxxXchi

desiree nicole.

my sister is a physical embodiment of the word style. when i think of stylish females, totally cool chicks at the forefront of fashion as i see it, one of the first names (and wardrobes) that comes to mind is desiree nicole. she will be the first to dispel this statement, full of “there are people who dress way better than me,” and “urgh, i wish i was cool like [insert name of current hipster poster-child here].” don’t be fooled, the kid can dress.

follow miss desiree nicole on tumblr!! floraeatsfauna.tumblr.com

lets see, things you should know about desiree…. she is physically 18 years old, all soft skin and dimples and she has the cutest butt ever. it’s totally adorable and equally as enviable. i can say that, i’m her sister. anyway, on the outside she is 18; inside, however, she’s an old woman. i’m not talking emotionally, that’s too dramatic. i’m talking fashion-wise.

my sister seeks unhip. she’s a resident lurker of thrift shops, ready to snap up the oddest of finds. she will spend forever in the salvation army looking for, in my personal opinion, the ugliest stuff on the racks. things you see old women wearing and think, “dude, if that was my grandma i’d help her find some nice cat applique-free sweaters.” i’m pretty sure my sister has a cat applique sweater. not kidding. desiree nicole may in actuality be the spirit of some random old lady named gladys or mildred or geraldine. some tacky-chic old broad who lives in a kitchy pepto hued trailer in florida. visions of kathy baker in ‘edward scissorhands’ abound right? now add a touch of ‘harold and maude’. i mean that literally, add a touch of both harold and maude.

it’s fully unsurprising that i semi detest my sisters wardrobe. i am generally a minimalist in dress, preferring to rely on accessories to add individuality. funny though, how i find myself unable to hate my sisters choice of clothing completely. i am drawn to her closet whenever i visit, but let’s get one thing very clear. i cannot, CANNOT, wear pretty much any of the clothing my sister possesses. it isn’t purely due to the fact that it’s a mélange of prints and colors and sometimes even fabrics that seem much better suited to a 80 year old woman (and sometimes an 80 year old man!) instead of an 18 year old one. no, it isn’t solely due to the fact that i would never in a million years look twice at such pieces while sifting through thrift store racks myself. it’s because they literally look hideous on me. i look tragic. a phrase from the film ‘mean girls’ comes to mind… yes, i look like i was dressed by a “blind sunday school teacher.” oh my god.

the epic and quite notorious fox shirt. again, i know.

cutest baby ever. i know.

to add insult to injury, my sister puts on the same ensemble and looks gorgeous. she can take the most god awful article of clothing you have ever seen and make it look high fashion just by putting it on. it’s almost unfair! true story: she recently found a long sleeved collared button down in the ugliest print i have ever seen. it combines plaid, paisley and, no joke, foxes heads. i can’t make this stuff up. it was a size too small, so what does she do? she removes the sleeves and adds the extra fabric salvaged to either side to resize it, making it a trapeze style tank. it looks amazing on her!! she came over recently decked out in said top with equestrian style leggings and moccasins. seriously?! she is an avid seamstress and has done some beautiful pieces from scraps of fabric and old ill-fitting garments that could make any fledgling designer flinch in jealousy. and she has been like this practically since birth, always looking her best first thanks to my mom and her love of dressing her children in cute, put together getups, and later due to her innate sense of knowing what she likes. my sister seldom has a bad outfit day because she stands behind everything she wears, she adores every piece she rescues from the ruins that are bargain bins, and she always, always dresses for herself. i admire that fiercely.

my sister is street fashion, high fashion, granny fashion. she’s anti-fashion, a total original.

new items! yay!

ah, it feels like its been forever since i last updated my shop!! between reading (comics) and general household chores that keep me busy (reading more comics), i just seem to always be busy. apparently reading comics for the most part, but still...

so anyway, i've been slacking. it was high time for me to take some pics of the new stuff i have to offer and post 'em. that way i can read my 'kimi ni todoke' in peace... haha! ;)
head over to shoproadkillers.com to check out the new merch, check out the old merch, to gaze longingly at the betsey johnson nighty i just listed... yes. i know.

this tank top is epic. the print is cute and random, making it perfect for summer and a perfect match for a simple pair of cutoffs. add a blazer: effortless chic-ness.

tilt cuttoffs, studio y velvet blazer, and freeze tank all available at shoproadkillers.com
get this whole look for just $31 dollars!! 

ah, since i love you all so much i'll go ahead and post a pic of the nighty here too...

you in love or what? then get it here! 

guess that's all i have to say today... weird. i though i was waaaaaay more of a windbag than that.
XxxXchi

3 rules i didn't realize i follow...

speaking on a fashion and beauty level, my mother and i share few influences. she: the human embodiment of a cath kidston print, a kate spade ad, clinique’s happy. me: not so much. i’d say my style sense lies somewhere between lazy-chic and, as patty smith has described her own look, “couture-grunge”.

my mom has a gorgeous coif of curls ranging in shades from blonde to bronze to cocoa, her makeup is always classic with a twist (a swipe of gold liner to accent her green eyes? yes.), her bare essencials always lets her peachy-golden skin with pretty california girl freckles shine, and she always, always wears a bright, warm smile. i, on the other hand, have a mop (yes mop, in the most positive but literal sense of the word) of choppy dark brown hair and i like my skin to have a certain pallor to it, better emphasizing the smoky dark brown and black eye makeup i adore so much. i am somewhat warmly monochromatic i suppose. and smile? no. more like stare blankly, like a deer in headlights. and this isn’t even addressing the clothing. i am the daria to her quinn. so yeah, me and mom? totally different sides of the spectrum. 

that said though, i can honestly say that without my moms influence, even in an offhand way, i would know nothing about dressing myself every morning. as i’ve previously mentioned, my mom picked out my clothes until i was somewhere around 10 or 11. though i was naturally full of an angsty feistiness at wanting to pick out my own clothes (i wanted to dress like a cross between cher horowitz and Kelly bundy at the time, i realize in retrospect), the fact that my mom took the time to buy and coordinate nice, age appropriate outfits for me is probably more apparent in the way i shop and carry myself today than it seems. so here, 3 common momma phrases that i (subconsciously) live by:

iron your shirt: i own an iron. it works. still, i rarely iron my shirt (or pants, or cardigan, etc). this lesson has definitely stuck with me though. you see, as a young teen i had a habit of being rushed (i.e. lazy) with getting ready for school in the morning, but no matter what my mom made sure my wrinkled clothing was unwrinkled by the time i walked out the front door. true to my rebellious nature there was always plenty of “oh mom, it looks fine!” on my part, but again, this lesson stuck. unless i am rocking a purposefully wrinkled look, i do not leave my apartment in wrinkled clothing. whether it’s putting on the garment to stretch out the wrinkles, hanging it in the bathroom to steam from my shower, a quickie swipe with the flat iron, or finally actually busting out the iron itself, i make sure to look presentable. at least, in that sense.

you’ll get more use out of this one: shopping as a kid/teen (um, adult?) with my mom. mom says, “look a cute {insert very nice solid color here} shirt. this would be perfect for you to wear to school with your very nice, basic blue jeans.”. to which i reply, “but mooooooom, i want the hot pink cheetah print tank top and sparkly black bell bottoms!!”. cheetah print and sparkles are great, but versatile? not a chance. my mom has never, ever tried to extinguish individuality in either my sister or myself, rather she encourages it. she let us splurge on impractical things here and there when she could (me: freshman year, snakeskin print pants with the slightest hint of a sparkle. true story. sister: pink hair. blue hair. lots of other colors of hair. no hair. not to mention the many piercings between the two of us…).but she is a practical single parent. she knows the mileage that one can get out of the basics, and the endless customization that can occur with the right accessories. and thanks to her, so do i. my cute {insert very nice solid color here} shirt is usually black, often a bit oversized, sometimes cut or customized. my personal style is very much determined by the accessories i add to a basic black (or similarly monochromatic) ensemble. my moms lesson still rings true.

don’t go so dark on your eyes: if my mom hadn’t taught me the right way to wear makeup (balance!! omigod, balance!!) there’s a chance that i could look like taylor momsen right now. i’m honestly not trying to be catty, but there is a point where the black eye shadow thing is just too much. however i would never know this limit if i hadn’t tried to push it many times over the past 13 years. when i was 13 i got my first black eyeliner and black shadow. i tried to go all smoldering, which more likely looked creepy, especially when i added the red lipstick. oi. . my mom wasn’t having it, and i thank her for it. before i ever read it in any magazine, my mom taught me about moderation, and also the one-or-the-other rule. like i stated above, i am no stranger to rocking a smoky, borderline dingy eye today. sounds icky, but i like it. its slightly unkempt, a little helena bonham carter, but i always keep the lip simple, usually just a swipe of clear gloss. i try to always maintain the balance my mom so painstakingly tried and succeeded in teaching me.

in conclusion: am i a grungebunny? yes. am i admittedly lazy in several aspects of my life? hell yes. am i always gonna have an affinity for the beauty that is lydia from beetlejuice, nancy spungen (and subsequently courtney love), and siouxie sioux? yes, i believe i will. but with these rules somehow always chilling in the back of my mind, i manage to keep it classic. that is, if there’s such a thing as a classic grungebunny.

thanks momma. <3

XxxXchi

ok, so i think this is my first ever outfit of the day... sooo... here it is! ;3

everything i am wearing is thrifted, gifted or just plain cheap, but i like it, lol. the cheetah print shoes were a birthday gift from my sister and i ADORE them!!

ok, on to business....

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spring is coming... time for dresses, light fabrics, florals (i don't care if its cliche... its spring dude. bound to happen. ;3)... its time to embody the femininity and renewal of the season. observe. XxxX

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