Today's outfit felt pretty and elegant to me, so I wanted to be sure to capture it. It was a fantastic day today weather-wise, not too hot and not too cool.
In other news, I've been reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows like a madwoman the last few days; I have to return it to the library. Damn, it's so sad! I haven't finished it so please don't spoil the ending for me.
my green pashmina, which is worn here as a headwrap, came from a bijoux terner in atlantic city about 3 years ago.
the large white rose pinned to it was thrifted. i'm eventually going to be using it in a project but until then...
my vintage glass bead necklace was thrifted at some point....
my ruffled blouse, eyelet dress, striped bag and shoes are all secondhand as well.
I have no explanation for the goofy face. It is what it is. :oD
Anyway...I really like wearing black and white, it feels so clean. Something about a restricted color palette is (counterintuitively) rather liberating. I feel comfortable in black; maybe it's because I grew up in the 90s?
the vintage straw dobbs hat was thrifted last weekend.
my superdark sunglasses came from knee deep in pilsen.
my silver hoop earrings came from (now defunct) steve and barry's...i only ever shopped there that one time i bought them.
my white and silver blouse was thrifted.
the black tiered skirt was from crossroads trading.
my old trusty ironman watch was thrifted a good while ago.
my vintage embroidered slipdress was thrifted.
the melissa plastic dreams flats also came from crossroads a month or so ago.
Today I felt like wearing aristo, but didn't want to be too fussy. Lately I've been reading the 6th Harry Potter book, something I'd put off for years but have finally gotten around to, so I'm thinking I was inspired by that.
the black headdress was purchased secondhand from egl_comm_sales.
the vintage freshwater pearl chandelier hoop earrings were thrifted.
the black ruffly bolero is from forever 21, it's one of my favorite new items.
the jersey bustier with neck ties was thrifted last week.
i can't remember where the leather cuff is from...
the leather bag and the miniskirt (which i only ever wear as an overskirt) were both thrifted.
the pleat ruffled skirt was also thrifted, and so was the white petticoat underneath it.
my vintage studded flat boots came from a church rummage sale
It was unseasonably cool on Wednesday, hence the jacket and boots. I kind of like it between 55 and 75 degrees; you can wear whatever you want in that kind of weather.
silk batik scarf purchased years ago from the now-defunct ragstock downtown.
flower clips from H & M clipped to the bow in back.
an assortment of earrings, some made by me, others thrifted.
utility jacket from a junky junky thrift store.
green victorian-style blouse thrifted from my favorite spot.
extra extra large shirred/ruffled skirt, thrifted and modified to fit me. more fabric means more skirt!
white victorian style boots from a rummage sale this spring.
i'm also wearing an eel-skin bag which is hidden on my other side; that was thrifted as well.
At the 57th Street Beach. The water's off limits due to bacteria levels. Damn pollution.
this is my green parasol, twin sister of the red parasol...this came from maxwell street as well.
my blue bandeau is from the art institute and it has the names of various artists all over it. i thrifted it. (it's tied in a nice big bow at the top.)
blue liz claiborne sunglasses were thrifted last year. there was a red pair also but i didn't get it; i didn't want to be greedy :o)
blue camisole from a giveaway box.
vintage wrap skirt thrifted this spring...the print appears to be a tropical island village.
black cotton petticoat thrifted a while ago, which i wear often but is rarely seen.
I really liked today's outfit. I wore a bundle of leaves in my hair today; someone asked if I was some sort of Christmas tree. Uh, yeah. Move along....ignorance wastes my time!
the leaf bundles I made myself.
the pearl earrings were a graduation gift from my grandmother.
the jacket is from a dusty-ass thrift store on the south side. it's too snug, just like all of my jackets :oP
the black glasses are my faves from knee deep.
the dress is vintage, and appears to be homemade.
the silver slippers are vintage aigner, but modded by me with abalone cabochons.
I wanted a ladylike look today, and to take advantage of the weather to wear my new boots. they're ankle boots and they are amazingly comfortable. Earlier I was wearing an ascot around my neck, but it got warm and I lost it.
the vintage black straw hat has a white flower at the back, i thrifted it.
the earrings are wings; i thrifted these in new hampshire two weekends ago
i'm wearing an earchain; i made it. you can see it better here
my blouse, such as it is, was thrifted.
my gray vintage gloves were also thrifted.
I thrifted the ruched/ruffled skirt years ago, I've worn it a lot in wardrobe photos.
and finally my nice suede ankle boots.
|Last night Rob and I were watching the best of The Johnny Cash Show, which aired on TV between 1969 and 1971. Really heavy years, right? Apparently one of the things which made it the most popular TV show at that time was the fact that he would have all kinds of guests on his show, from Ray Charles to Merle Haggard. He was an example of inclusion at a time of great division in American society.|
I should say at the start that I don't really know very much about Johnny Cash aside from what I've seen in Walk the Line and music documentaries, and what I've read on the Internet. So maybe this is a discussion that's already happened.
But what I really noticed were some interesting characteristics about Johnny Cash I'd never picked up on. The first is his style. Okay, granted he is the Man in Black. But ruffled shirts? Cufflinks? Cravats? Bouffant hairdo? Where did this come from? I guess I'd always imagined him wearing cowboy clothing, but just black. But apparently Johnny was rather a dandy. I also noticed the lyrics of his songs. Okay, the above is a perfect example. So many of his songs have this dark humor about them...
Finally, I observed his personality. He was very much a friend of the underdog and always called to mind the outcasts of society, reminding people of their humanity. He even projected himself at times as having been down on his luck and living on the edge and so on.
So all these things added up in my mind, and it came to me: Johnny Cash was goth before there ever was such a thing. Remember, this is 1969, 1970...rock as we know it was still in its infancy and punk was a twinkle in its eye...I think he set an example, a paradigm, for culture and music to come.
Curious to know other people's thoughts on this! Again, I disclaim any expertise on the man's history; maybe I'm just seeing what I want to see in this case.
Since today is International Lolita Day, I thought I'd join the numbers of people worldwide marking the day with puffy skirts and such.
the black flowers for the headdress came from H & M.
the mismatched screwback pearls were thrifted and married by me.
the vintage bead necklace was also thrifted.
the polka-dot blouse was bought on sale at H & M.
the bow sleeve cardigan was thrifted but it's Tara Jarmon for Target.
the Astroboy bag was from a local gift store, purchased several years ago.
the black tiered skirt was a trade from Crossroads Trading. Underneath it I'm wearing two petticoats.
the lacy leggings were bought on sale at urban outfitters.
the lacoste mary janes were thrifted.
|This afternoon while Hans climbed up and down the jungle gym at the park, I noticed a dried-up bird wing near the sandbox. Honestly, my first reaction was great interest; I live in an urban setting so my interactions with animals are few, living or dead. The forensic ornithologist in me wanted to examine the feathers, the bone structure, perhaps try to piece together how it became separated from its unfortunate former owner.|
Then I reacted with disgust. It's decaying, it's probably germ-ridden, it's depressing, what if he tries to eat it, I thought.
I kicked some sand over it, trying to bury it without actually touching it. That failed; I'd be kicking all day before it was covered. So I gave up trying to bury it.
Then I thought again. There must be a reason why I can't rid this thing from my sight, I thought. There is a message here, what is it?
Memento mori, it came to me.
Memento mori is a Latin phrase which means "remember that you will die." I heard this phrase for the first time many years ago, and its plain, flat matter-of-factness really struck me. The fact that I couldn't hide this dead thing, I couldn't pretend that I didn't know it was there, reminded me of this phrase.
In light of the challenges I've been facing in the last couple of months, including the death of a family member, I've been thinking a lot about the simple fact of death, and the process of facing it and accepting it.
So then the feeling that I always get when I want to capture something with my camera came over me. I wanted to get a shot of this wing, to remind me of this moment. I went to my bag for my camera when I realized Hans is climbing up and down on the jungle gym.
Immediately my attention shifts to him. Parents understand that there's a couple of milliseconds of worry between first wondering and finally confirming the safety of one's child; not a good feeling. But even in that, I saw more insight.
Memento mori reminded me that life is in front of me now, and needs my attention now. Rather than focus on the fact that someday I and you and all else living will end up broken and decaying like the bird wing, I can focus on watching my son laughing and playing at the playground.
All of this happened in the span of about thirty seconds, by the way. I just wanted to get this written down since I couldn't get a picture of the wing :o)
chinese style parasol purchased at maxwell street market last sunday.
black beret from valarie's collection.
round sunglasses from my favorite thrift.
vintage dress, also from my favorite thrift.
longsleeve tee, not sure of its origin (i have several).
vintage belt from the thrift.
vintage watch from a new junk shop in my neighborhood (and i do mean junk; this place will test your patience and allergen tolerance)
vintage mood ring from maxwell street.
vintage planetary print underskirt from a massive thrift in cicero.
purple leggings from H & M, worn in my typical style
lacoste mary janes from the thrift.
Thank (Hugh) for the snap. (He saw me setting up my camera and kindly offered to take the photo for me.) I was so inspired by the myriad of things I saw today at the Art Institute: celadon ceramics; stained glass; egyptian masks, Japanese paintings, children's book illustrations; impressionist paintings, breathtaking tapestries, armor, masterful woodcarving...I could go on. But I won't :o)
vintage straw hat, thrifted
round sunglasses, thrifted
vintage pearl screwbacks, thrifted
vintage pearl necklace, maxwell street
vintage brooch modified by me, mawell street
black zip blouse ( i rolled up the cuffs, it was warm), thrifted
silver leather tote bag, thrifted
vintage blue gloves, thrifted
vintage timex, thrifted at this new junk shop in my 'hood
pinstripe ruffled skirt, thrifted
knee-high half socks, H & M (i bought two pairs of these; i love the half-foot style)
vintage ferragamo pumps, thrifted
Last night while redoing my red dreadlocks I got inspired, and just wrapped the loose hair around my head to make a red beehive. I just pinned it and it's stayed so far. I love the way it looks! I think false hair is more fun when you don't pretend that it's your own. My initial idea (which I may still do tonight) was to make a gray streak in the front on one side. We'll see...
chiffon scarf, thrifted
vintage clubmasters, thrifted
sterling silver curl earrings, valarie's collection
white dress shirt, empty bottle swap
My Black Hoodie (which I almost lost today, thank goodness I found it!), thrifted years and years ago
vintage watch, thrifted
bias cut skirt, thrifted and modified by me
ankle wrap footy socks, forever 21
ferragamo wedges, thrifted