I guess “witchy ballerina vibes” is kind of a thing I get behind once in a while?
shirt free people
skirt zara
boots surface to air
tee that sharpied YSL thing I made and can never take off
skirt from urban a billion years ago, whateva
hat also have been wearing it for months, oops
creepers underground, which I also wear constantly
OUTFIT POST OVERLOAD CONTINUES. But seriously: I told y’all I was dressing super chill all week. None of this is even new — see all those links to the times you’ve seen it all before — which I think is probably some sort of NYFW crime. Oops! Plus, how great does my awesomely dirty hallway look? Way too cold and dark for the roof still!
What you can’t see here though is how snazzy I did my nails this week — a dull khaki green with orangey-pink stripes randomly on some of the nails:
aaaaaand the latest permutation of the various shades of blonde-silver-purple-grey of my Mermaid Hair Manic Panic Adventures:
In entirely unrelated material, I leave you with Werner Herzog reading Where’s Waldo, in case you had forgotten this existed or not yet encountered it, as well as…. snowtoro!
dress complex geometries
boots h+m (the lisbeth salander collection, don’t tell anyone i bought them. i’ve superglued the wedges back on to the boot body twice now, ughck)
NYFW DAY 1 (TUESDAY) a.k.a. 2K9/10 fashungoth throwback vibez a.k.a. “this dress is honestly the most comfortable thing I own and my almost-stylish equivalent of wearing pajamas to work,” since I can’t imagine anything more comfortable than a giant hooded sack of uber-soft worn-in jersey that I’ve been wearing a few times a month since I first got it. Totally fine with that.
This NYFW is the first one in a while where I opted not to have any responsibilities for other publications, which has honestly been kind of nice: I’ve wandered around to a few things, gone to all the shows I’ve been somehow involved with, but mostly I’ve been hella laid back instead of frantically cabbing it back and forth from Milk to Lincoln Center fourteen times a day. And rather than shooting 400 photos per hour on my digital camera, I’ve been shooting film, which is kind of awesome and a totally different approach than the OMFG PUT IT ON TWITTER RIGHT NOW steeze I’ve gotten so used to. (So you’ll see the best of them once I develop it all next week!) I guess I’ve been dressing lazier too, or at least just more like myself: all the silly hats and polka dot suits and Litas galore running around Soho are great and all, but I feel way better in my worn-in favourites and go-to basics topped off with my epic leopard coat.
skirt gretchen jones
shirt nudie jeans
jacket wilson
boots surface to air
One of the perks of working in fashion is that when, say, you’re wearing a leeeeettle-bit-too-short-skirt and your stockings suddenly bust open in a giant run, like, an unforgivable totally not-cute underwear-baring gaping nightmare run of horror and shame, not that these things happen to me ALL THE GODDAMNED TIME, WHY, WHY TIGHTS, WHY DO YOU HATE ME, there’s usually a rack of samples somewhere in the office to come to the rescue for the rest of the day before you steam them and return them safely to their rack with a sigh of relief before running home to hide from the universe and bemoan your ability (or lack thereof) to ever be a real grownup. Anyhow!
This Gretchen Jones skirt saved me last week, and, goddamnit, I think I’m going to have to get it for real now because I kind of love it. It was one of those things I’d really liked on the rack but never thought it would work on me — it just seemed a little more girly and boho than I usually roll, and I tend to have a hard time with prints. But it worked fortuitously well with the outfit I had on that day — which originally had included a black wool mini instead — and fit in oddly well with my otherwise chains-and-leather-and-grungy-beanie steeze.
We may also notice that I bought another pair of those Surface to Air wedges that we saw me covet and eventually buy here like in 2009 and after wearing the old ones to three separate deaths, each time resurrected by a shoemaker with a little less vitality until finally they were beyond hope, they popped up on Gilt for, well, cheap. SO I JUST BOUGHT THE SAME PAIR OF SHOES AGAIN. Which feels sort of stupid, but whatever, I’m way psyched about it.
#GPOYW MERMAID HAIR EDITION
So this happened!
MAKEUP TUTORIAL PART DEUX: AFTER DARK.
OKAY KIDS. Makeup tutorial, part two time! So you did that nice classy cat-eye with the orange lipstick thing earlier in the day, right? And now you just got home from work and are going to, I don’t know, something FABULOUS and you want to look like a grungy alien witch mermaid goth from space in the 90’s or something, yeah? But like you don’t actually want to pull out the blue lipstick like Meg does sometimes because you still want to look sort of like a presentable human, just with rad eye makeup? Like this?
Tumblr has also informed me that I have “partial heterochromia.” Cool!
Cool. So you’re gonna go home, wipe off the rest of that lipstick, and dust a little loose powder over your face to negate any shininess that happened during the day, and maybe fix your brows a bit. And then we’re gonna get started. You’re going to go into the bowels of your makeup box/bin/bag/Kaboodle/whatevz and get:
- Black waterproof pencil or gel (not liquid) eyeliner
- Grey or dark purple waterproof pencil or gel eyeliner
- A matte black eyeshadow
- A shimmery, sheer metallic eyeshadow or pigment (white, silver, gold, or bronze)
- Black mascara
- Lip balm
- A little bit of a neutral darker lipstick
- A sheer black lip gloss
Ready?
MAKEUP TUTORIAL (AT LONG LAST!): EVERYDAY RETRO
So you guys all comment or ask me for a makeup tutorial like once a goddamned week, I swear, and I finally did it! For some reason this felt super awkward? Like way more awkward than taking photos of my outfits? It’s really weird to do one step of your makeup and then take a picture and then after like eighteen photos I’m all “ew god that is WAY TOO MUCH OF MY FACE this is so embarrassing what am I doing ew, wait shit I shouldn’t have worn this tube top now it looks like I’m NAKED too, someone SEND HELP PLZ” but anyhow, whatever, MOVING ON.
This is pretty much my daily makeup routine, more or less: the whole thing takes me less than ten minutes at this point and relies basically on a simple bold cat-eye and a bright lipstick colour. This is basically what I do in the morning, for work or ordinary daytime things, and later in the week (I did TWO!) I’ll post the second half of this to show you what I do at the end of the day, with this stuff basically already on my face, to go from “daytime appropriate” to “super gothy 90s club kid editorial black eyeliner new sparkly Gareth Pugh pigment and greyish purple lips whatever I don’t even know” that I guess is more what my face usually looks like after 9 PM. It’s the Jekyll and Hyde of makeup tutorials or something? I DON’T KNOW. Let’s get started. Three steps only, I promise!
You’ll need:
- Foundation
- Highlighting powder
- A good waterproof liquid eyeliner
- Matte black eyeshadow, or whatever you like to use on your brows
- A big fluffy blush brush and a small angled brush
- Mascara
- Lip balm
- A bright or bold lip colour of your choice — I’m using my usual orangey-red.
Deets after the jump!
I can’t believe I haven’t posted about this skirt before (EDIT: OOPS, LIES, I did last year) — another one of my most prized thrift store finds. It’s Jil Stuart and gorgeous greyish-mauve silk, and cost me probably less than what I spend on coffee in a week. I have to wear a knee-length slip underneath to make it work-appropriate, since the front of the skirt is 4 separate panels with slits that go up to almost hip-height, but the movement on it is seriously amazing.
teeshirt sharpied American-Apparel-turned-YSL
skirt Jil Stuart
jacket April 77
boots Surface To Air
photos (again) by Erwin
Faux fur leopard coat redux — but this time all mine! After a few days of puttering around Zara and whatever trying to find a decent one and frowning over crappily-constructed not-very-warm made-in-China weirdly-fit $150+ coats, I walked into a Buffalo Exchange and the first thing I saw was this baby (Calvin Klein and super soft and clean-smelling and satin-lined and my size and all) just hangin’ out on a rack for, like, $60. HELL YES.
Photos, again, by Erwin.
When my friend Erwin asked if I would help out with his photo portfolio and model for him, of course I said yes! I bought this dress for next to nothing at a Buffalo Exchange last week and have been wearing it every opportunity since.
dress vintage
vest h+m
creepers underground
hat allsaints
photos by Erwin
IN WHICH MEG LEARNS HOW TO CURL HER HAIR.
This post is about the fact that I am more than halfway through my twenties and have just started to learn how to use a curling iron. Look! I am learning!
american apparel + sharpie shirt, h+m skirt, LOTS OF HAIRSPRAY.
In general I am pretty good at girl things: I can apply liquid eyeliner perfectly in a moving taxi, and I hardly even blink at five inch heels. But one thing has always eluded me: CURLING IRONS. How do those torturous implements which I recall being forced to submit to as a child for maximum curled-under bangs give people everything from loose waves to Hollywood ringlets without weird bumps in their hair and burns all over their face? IT’S A TWELVE INCH ROD OF FOUR HUNDRED DEGREE CERAMIC-COATED METAL. That is a device capable of a good deal of bodily harm.
But the grass is always greener when it comes to hair texture, and I’ve spent much of my life trying to make my thick wiry pin straight hair (for reference, this is “air dried and slept on”) somehow not straight. It has been a long and expensive journey, but I think I am finally learning! HERE I WILL SHOW YOU HOW.
This weekend’s brisk but sunny weather called for a trip up to Fort Tryon Park and The Cloisters, hands down one of my favourite places in the city. It’s unreal that somewhere that looks so old and mysterious is just half an hour north of midtown on the A train — the riverside gardens, arches, crumbling stone paths, castle, and ivy-covered stone walls look more like Vyšehrad in Prague or something than an Olmsted-planned park and branch of the Met plopped down on a former Revolutionary War fort.
jeans current elliot
tee, scarf american apparel
jacket april77
boots timberland
sunglasses rayban
(And for all of y’all who always request less-girlier styles here, significant otter @RXTURN3R is wearing Allsaints jeans, Jeremy Scott for Adidas shoes, French Connection coat, a Coal hat and Jeremy Tarian sunglasses.)
I told you so! (Scroll back two posts.) This year’s Pretentious Slutoween Because Hey I Won’t Have These Legs Forever costume was Diane Lane in Ladies and Gentlmen The Fabulous Stains, which seemed to be met with either blank stares or really, really enthusiastic recognition, which is half of what’s so fun about movie character costumes. (Though last year everyone seemed to think my Pris costume was, like, “Taylor Momsen.”)
Shirt from American Apparel, tights from H+M, makeup and a bra and shoes and boyshort bikini bottoms and a coat I already had, and one exciting shopping expedition to get a wig plus some weave is all this one took.
