This made its internet rounds a few months ago, I know, but somehow I’d never posted it and it’s still worth a glance — a 1994 New Yorker profile of Chloe Sevigny, which discusses her being 19, hanging out with, like, skateboarders in Tompkins Square Park, and going to clubs and stuff OH MY GOD. And just to perpetuate any and all 90’s nostalgia (full disclosure: I watched Reality Bites last night and today I’m wearing a flowy black dress, denim vest, docs, one earring, black lipstick, and have my hair pinned up with a mass of bobby pins) — the lookbook from Kim Gordon’s short-lived X-girl line.

This made its internet rounds a few months ago, I know, but somehow I’d never posted it and it’s still worth a glance — a 1994 New Yorker profile of Chloe Sevigny, which discusses her being 19, hanging out with, like, skateboarders in Tompkins Square Park, and going to clubs and stuff OH MY GOD.

And just to perpetuate any and all 90’s nostalgia (full disclosure: I watched Reality Bites last night and today I’m wearing a flowy black dress, denim vest, docs, one earring, black lipstick, and have my hair pinned up with a mass of bobby pins) — the lookbook from Kim Gordon’s short-lived X-girl line.

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and part deux of what was started here.

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thread for thought // fashion in literature

Thread for Thought pulls together another nifty little piece about fashion in literature (for more great ones: a series of posts detailing the history of cross dressing/drag, the politics and evolution of mannequins.)

I feel like I’ve (and half the internet, or at least half the internet I read) been beating the dead horse of Look Guys Fashion Is Relevant In A Lot of Ways And Is Like A Big Cultural Signifier of Different Stuff for ages now, but this stuff IS really interesting, I SWEAR, and in some ways somehow I’d never thought of the role that descriptions of clothing and style played in much of the fiction I’ve read in my life.  

And while I tried to come up with several uber-highbrow examples here for you — that amazing painfully metaphorical passage about shopping for hats in Good Morning Midnight which is half the reason this blog is titled such! Nora’s dress crinkling in The Dead! probably something about class and femininity in Austen or the Brontes! anything ever about corsets and petticoats! something fascinating about costuming in Shakespeare! this essay about colourful fabrics marking alterity in drab, foggy, 16th century London which I loved to death when I had to read it senior year of college! 

But somehow the first thing I could really come up with was this weirdly striking memory of reading The Little House on the Prairie series when I was in third grade or so and there being achapter in one of the books where the mother takes the girls to buy fabric for a new dress, and there’s something about floral muslin or something. I remember being completely baffled by the concept that people mother’s had to travel far to fabric stores to pick out fabric for a new dress, and also not understanding what the heck muslin was, but whatever it is (I know now, jeez) it’s firmly entrenched in my memory along with blind sisters, badgers, and houses made out of sod as a sole indicator of Americana and pioneer life.   

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OH GOD DYING WANT/NEED/WILL NEVER HAVE/CRYING/POINTLESS SHOELUST POST.  acne wedges via oak Also, ENTIRE FW2010 COLLECTION HOW DID I  NOT POST THIS ALREADY GAH

OH GOD DYING WANT/NEED/WILL NEVER HAVE/CRYING/POINTLESS SHOELUST POST.  acne wedges via oak

Also, ENTIRE FW2010 COLLECTION HOW DID I  NOT POST THIS ALREADY GAH

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GENDER AND TISCI’S GIVENCHY IN W MAGAZINE

You know, honestly, why do I even read magazines anymore? Why is it that I etenrally have these epic high hopes for W, as if it’s somehow naturally superior to the rest of the bullshit out there? The September issue had a few hooks reeling me in again, though — a handful of gorgeous editorials (Mert and Marcus’ stunning oversaturated wide-angle golden-hour shoot in Red Hook, DROOL, and Georgia May Jagger looking slightly less Lara Stone than usual and Lara Stone looking slightly more Marilyn Monroe than usual) AND a whole gosh-darn article on Riccardo Tisci. The fact that I slavishly worship at the altar of Tisci’s Givenchy is no secret by now (lions and tigers and monochrome tailored androgynous goth luxe warrior princesses, oh my! What else could I want in life?! Other than maybe a Helmut Lang leather jacket.)   So I mean, seriously, love.

Plus, I figured maybe there’d be some interesting commentary or something.  I even forgave the asinine “gender bender” cover headline since I figured “genderfuck” or at least something less rhymey and twee just wasn’t okay to put on a magazine cover, especially not after the entire universe flipped its shit because OH MY GOD TISCI USED THIS MODEL WHO IS A WOMAN BUT LIKE USED TO BE A MAN OR SOMETHING, WHAT THE HOLY HELL in his ad campaigns/runway show, cool, whatever.  There was some fun shit there I was waiting for someone to talk about, and maybe even something about Rad Hourani and whoever else breaking with the menswear/womenswear shows and so on, and manskirts, and whatEVER, just make it better than that dreadful NYT article on ‘unisex’ dressing from last year or whatever.

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epic makeup-naming faux pas debacle somewhat aside for the time being, still kind of way into the rodarte ss2010 style black-n-red eyeliner-as-lipstick situation and finally busted it out last night along with some creepy pale white shadow all around my eyes. big change from my usual crayon black and neutral lip or cat eye and red lipstick. conclusion: win. 

epic makeup-naming faux pas debacle somewhat aside for the time being, still kind of way into the rodarte ss2010 style black-n-red eyeliner-as-lipstick situation and finally busted it out last night along with some creepy pale white shadow all around my eyes. big change from my usual crayon black and neutral lip or cat eye and red lipstick. conclusion: win. 

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styling mc + a g-k //  photo mc 

more to come!

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For today’s THIRD POST (good god, things are getting out of control here lately,) we’ll avoid all substance and thought and playing dress-up entirely, and just give you THIS LITTLE TIDBIT TO GNAW ON. [Appreciation for this evening’s entertainment goes to therejectionist and exiteverything.]

For today’s THIRD POST (good god, things are getting out of control here lately,) we’ll avoid all substance and thought and playing dress-up entirely, and just give you THIS LITTLE TIDBIT TO GNAW ON. [Appreciation for this evening’s entertainment goes to therejectionist and exiteverything.]

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Ladies, you know how you feel kind of nerdy and embarrassed but also KIND OF HAPPY when, like, other fashun-geek bloggery stylist photo whatevz friends show up on your doorstep and you’re all like secretly relieved to be able to say, “Can I still wear these dotted tights or is that a lil too Balenciaga 2k9” and “OMG these shoes are so Marc Jacobs in the 90s I LOVE it” or like some crap about contrast and texture and spout out a list of 14 different nonsequitur cultural and/or style references trying to explain someone’s look or something, without feeling like as much of an asshole as usual? Yeah THAT. My ever-fabulous friend Alexa was in town this weekend for one last NYC hurrah before she runs off across the pond to London College of Fashion (post fancy’n’useless literature/English degree like me!), which OF COURSE meant we got to, uhm, collaborate on portfolios and practice shoots, which had everything to do with career planning and nothing to do without ever having grown out of playing dress-up and wearing costumes around when we were kids. Alexa’s New Look-esque bow-print suitcase was full of her usual style, which is heavy on the bright colours, prints, and textures in feminine, vintagey silhouettes.  Which means that styling/shooting together meant combining all that neon classiness with my combat boots, black and grey drapery, tough-as-nails shredded and/or metal-accented everything 80s/90s trashtastic postapocalyptic harlot zombie thing, which was kind of a challenge and ALSO kind of awesome.  While I’m still editing some of the photos from our lil’ dress-up sesh (I swear, it was WORK, not us just acting like six year old girls) it’s still worth posting this now since woman got me into a 1.) pastel 2.) printed 3.) floral — with my shredded tights and combat boots of course, though the leather jacket is hers too.  90STASTIC AND AWESOME. Also, lingerie top, what? I can haz cleavage too?  jacket/dress “stylist’s own” lololol tights aa boots timberland

Ladies, you know how you feel kind of nerdy and embarrassed but also KIND OF HAPPY when, like, other fashun-geek bloggery stylist photo whatevz friends show up on your doorstep and you’re all like secretly relieved to be able to say, “Can I still wear these dotted tights or is that a lil too Balenciaga 2k9” and “OMG these shoes are so Marc Jacobs in the 90s I LOVE it” or like some crap about contrast and texture and spout out a list of 14 different nonsequitur cultural and/or style references trying to explain someone’s look or something, without feeling like as much of an asshole as usual? Yeah THAT.

My ever-fabulous friend Alexa was in town this weekend for one last NYC hurrah before she runs off across the pond to London College of Fashion (post fancy’n’useless literature/English degree like me!), which OF COURSE meant we got to, uhm, collaborate on portfolios and practice shoots, which had everything to do with career planning and nothing to do without ever having grown out of playing dress-up and wearing costumes around when we were kids.

Alexa’s New Look-esque bow-print suitcase was full of her usual style, which is heavy on the bright colours, prints, and textures in feminine, vintagey silhouettes.  Which means that styling/shooting together meant combining all that neon classiness with my combat boots, black and grey drapery, tough-as-nails shredded and/or metal-accented everything 80s/90s trashtastic postapocalyptic harlot zombie thing, which was kind of a challenge and ALSO kind of awesome. 

While I’m still editing some of the photos from our lil’ dress-up sesh (I swear, it was WORK, not us just acting like six year old girls) it’s still worth posting this now since woman got me into a 1.) pastel 2.) printed 3.) floral — with my shredded tights and combat boots of course, though the leather jacket is hers too.  90STASTIC AND AWESOME. Also, lingerie top, what? I can haz cleavage too? 

jacket/dress “stylist’s own” lololol
tights aa
boots timberland

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Apparently in 1904, this was EXTREMELY RACY — ankles, oh noez!! This stuff fascinates me — both changing ideas of what is and isn’t risqué and the strange associations/double entendres of everyday activities.  What’s the deal?   I’ve found lots of these mildly racy, early twentieth-century images of mending, and it isn’t that surprising. Associations between mending and sex are conventional and familiar from centuries of genre painting and portraiture: a woman looking at the work in her lap gives a man an opportunity to look at her; a female servant bent over her darning displays her hands or chest; an idle stitcher clearly has her mind on other things. [More at Socimages.]

Apparently in 1904, this was EXTREMELY RACY — ankles, oh noez!! This stuff fascinates me — both changing ideas of what is and isn’t risqué and the strange associations/double entendres of everyday activities.  What’s the deal?  

I’ve found lots of these mildly racy, early twentieth-century images of mending, and it isn’t that surprising. Associations between mending and sex are conventional and familiar from centuries of genre painting and portraiture: a woman looking at the work in her lap gives a man an opportunity to look at her; a female servant bent over her darning displays her hands or chest; an idle stitcher clearly has her mind on other things.

[More at Socimages.]

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HOT DAMN talk about location and styling. [via Haute Macabre, from Drama Mag]

HOT DAMN talk about location and styling. [via Haute Macabre, from Drama Mag]

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and TODAY in Unequivocally Fascinating Saturday Posts, we are proud to present you with: Good Morning Midnight Laundry Day! Starring Woolite black (this shit is ESSENTIAL) and my bathtub, fueled by epic amounts of coffee and a supremely greasy egg-and-cheese-and-tomato sandwich from the Bagel Store, which I did not photograph but trust me, it was greasy and made of win.   #gothwitchbabyhouseholdchores

Additionally, finally got around to reviving my long-neglected formspring; you know what to do if you have any really pressing questions about how to get makeup stains out of black overdye denim/how exactly to best hang a Complex Geometries dress up to dry.


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shirt helmut langtank calvin kleinvest ill-fitting shameless alex wang knockoff dress from h+m, post-scissors pants rad by rad hourani shoes opening ceremony bracelets oak, f21, glamrock watches return of the fauxndercut and my eternal unintentional grouchyface!

shirt helmut lang
tank calvin klein
vest ill-fitting shameless alex wang knockoff dress from h+m, post-scissors
pants rad by rad hourani
shoes opening ceremony
bracelets oak, f21, glamrock watches

return of the fauxndercut and my eternal unintentional grouchyface!

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You know, that whole “let’s dress these models up like some concept of punk and take pseudo-gritty photos and then pat ourselves on the back for being so damn EDGY” thing should be old and cliche and problematic by now, BUT I STILL ALWAYS KIND OF LIKE IT.  Besides, now I want a cropped plaid boxy lil’ blazer like that. Goddamnit. More at Test.


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