With A Side Of Cheese

Remember that last post? The one that was pretty much a subtexted ode to chiffon? Yeah, me neither, but today as I was dwindling my #2 pencil, postponing the inevitable attention I'd have to give to the geometry CST in front of me, I began to daydream about the material in question. For a couple months now chiffon has been an object of my amateur fashion junkie affection, it really didn't even occur to me to care whether my clothes were genuine chiffon or - as the case may be - semi-nice looking polyester blend simply mimicking chiffon. As my train of thought continued on it's path it eventually stopped at Givenchy.

If you're one of those people who actually pay attention to high-fashion designers, waiting for the exact date - which you've obviously memorized - that the collection is showcased, analyzing every piece and deciding according to the fashion bloggers secret list of rules which piece is trashy, cheesy, wonderful, or groundbreaking (i am not one of these people, let me tell you this right now), you know exactly what I'm talking about and why I might be absolutely in love with Givenchy's winter/fall collection - hell, even a few pieces in the spring line. If you aren't, well, listen and learn about the magic that is sheer material. And - look! My yellow.

Admittedly, I'm on the fence about the panthers, the yellow accents are always great by me, but I feel like it might be a little to icon-ish and therefore tacky. However, what was really important to me on this one was the sheer top with the collar. Anything with a collar is immediately something I'm in love with.

I don't know what it is, but this gorgeous collared top reminds me of another piece. At first thought Cate Blanchett's 2011 Oscar's dress came to mind, when I decided I couldn't remember her dress to the tee I googled it and realized that they were nothing alike. Maybe it's the beading? I don't know. Maybe the collar has me in an adoration coma or something. Whatever. And are those velvet bottoms?

s w o o n.

I know I'm way way way late to the party, but I don't care. Sheer material is not something to put in a corner depending on the season and/or weather. At least, it never stopped me. And cheesy or not, I love chiffon.

Screw-Alliteration-Online-Shopping-Sunday

When people ask me, "Where did you get that?" four out of five times I give the short and simple answer, "Online." Then two out of five times the aforementioned person replies with, "Oh. What website?" to which I return oh-so slyly with, "Ebay," no matter if I did or not because then they can't buy the same stuff as me (oh my god yes i'm a selfish, diabolical genius bitch). But here, today, I'm going to tell you about a little store they call shopnastygal because j e s u s.

Look at the chiffon. The crosses. The Jeffrey Campbells. Oh, god, JC. That's my main interest in this shop, is that they seem to be the one stop shop for all things Jeffrey Campbell. Despite the fact the shoes are a universe away from my budget, it's always fun to look through and find your favorite pair that you'll eventually buy as soon as you magically become rich, but definitely not due to marrying into a monarchy because what kind of stupid person dreams that particular cliche anymore? ....No? ....Just me? ....Okay.

While the designer shoes are understandably overpriced (fashion-based oxymoron? at 10:30 pm? i'm so good), the clothing is debatable as far as not crossing that line goes, given the fact that they are really beautiful clothes. However, this is an up and coming shop which means that the more popular it gets the more expensive the prices get which, in turn, means that if you want it, buy it NOW. Of course this will be the leading argument my mom will be hearing from me in my attempt to purchase the chiffon skirt, paisley chiffon shirt, and chiffon leopard print leggings shown above. Wish me luck.

PS. shop nasty gal? How great of a name is that. It sounds like some cheesy, bad polyester-filled, teenager-run semi-store. I'm lucky I gave the title the benefit of the doubt, but now it's probably one of the most brilliant chosen shop names I've ever heard, in my own humble opinion, right next to Acne. (ugh, acne. i can't. too expensive. i can't.)

PPS. In case you were wondering, the fifth time I'm asked "Where did you get that?" I reply with the simple and assumingly pathetic truth, "My great-grandmother's closet."

'53 Lemon Pie

At first glance at those mustard yellow high-waisted silk shorts it was clear to me that my inspiration would be lemon pie. This realization was surprising unto me only because my wardrobe generally consists of black and gray and what I like to call hobo chic. This outfit I knew would be clean and old-fashioned and a little bit tom-boyish.

Throughout the day I had mini-epiphanies that all gave me a new muse that subconsciously influenced my choice. (obviously i spend my schooldays thinking up obscure, pop referenced names and inspiration roots for my outfits) (what else would i be doing?). A big inspiration that came to me in a math-induced semi-coma was Grace Farrell from Annie which I really don't watch enough. That woman had impeccable taste and could seriously work a Jane Goodall hat. Plus, she could do some great footwork in those remarkably colored clothes.

Doesn't that material look dreamy? Ugh. I would do so many high kicks in that I can't even...

the first

It's blatant that fashion is a subjective concept, the entire point of it is to express one's sense of style and individuality. At least that's what most aim for. Personally, I tend to regard fashion as a social experiment. What will people say about these shoes? How will my fourth period class feel about this shirt? Why do I feel a sense of oncoming doom should I choose to wear that skirt? And I'm absolutely certain I'm not the only one with these self-conscious yet completely valid thoughts and worries. While many do deal with these troubles, just as many shy away from their own personal creativity because of these worries. To do what you want to do is brave, to wear what you want to wear is admirable, to say what you want to say is coveted. This blog is aimmed to greater expanding my comfort zone and document my attempts at doing so.
My name is Miranda. I'm currently sixteen years old and I live in California. I dye my hair often, I've got the split ends to prove it, I'm slowly turning my entire closet into one big thrift store find. I absolutely hate letting people borrow my clothes, but I will if you ask, I guess. I'll buy anything for a dollar. Seriously. Anything. I'm a firm believer that brown and black look awesome together. Movies are an obsession of mine, next to fashion, the majority of the music on my iPod has been derived from movies or are movie scores so there will be a plethora of movie references and quotes here. I enjoy 90's soaps and sitcoms such as Dawson's Creek, Roswell, and Friends. I am so in love with Friends that I own all seasons, all "Best of Friends" DVDs as well as a replica of the Aux Buttes Chaumont picture in Monica's apartment. I do love to read, but I enjoy informational books more than anything such as Outside Readings in Sociology, Rebel Without A Cause, Helter Skelter, and other books pertaining to serial killings and criminal psychology.

My style is nothing terribly new, but it is mine in it's own way. I give my outfits names or genres such as hobo chic, skid row bum style, crack whore chic, trash digger fierce, it's a laughable way to poke fun at my sense of style and my friends generally go along with it. This is my blog, so I'll post what I want, although the majority of that will be fashion, sometimes it will be movies or television or ramblings such as this. This is for me, but I wouldn't mind you listening in or even adding something of your own. Odds are I already love you. Awkward. Okay. That's all for a cliche, slightly uncomfortable first post!