24.5.13

Everybody is Weird Except Me


I'm in the process of shooting my photo final which is really exciting. I'm taking a series of surreal stevie nicks meets purity ring type self portraits. I'm like half done because the weather where I live is REALLY MOODY therefore I only take pictures whenever the weather is remotely nice. Anyways, here are two images I like in particular. The First is Called Everybody is Weird Except Me and the second is Phenomenons. 
 I used this series to highlight my personal body landscape. I created a response to beauty conventions as well as the kind of intellectual limbo I've experienced in junior year. I'm becoming hyper away of my classmates feelings towards my mannerisms. These photos depict my constant insecurity. I would love to believe I have booming self confidence but to be completely honest I don't. I'm awkward and too self depreciating . These photos, to quote an article from the New York Times, are the audacity of my awkwardness but also highlight my beauty and self perception in the least superficial way possible. The title of this series is "A Warped Dream Vision of Self" and I think it fits my prints perfectly.
I'm kind of in an awkward tween boy phase  as far as aesthetics go right now. I fluctuate constantly from dressing like an ethereal dream fairy and dressing all Zayna Bayne/Rick Owens (so like in other words dressing in all black and being all Dominatrix-y but not in a sexual sense). In other words, my brain is on two completely opposite sides of the ~fashun spectrum~ at this moment in time. I'll probably mellow out sometime in the near future but I'm not exactly sure when. 
I really just want to create compelling outfits all the time, the ones that focus intensely on certain visions, dreams, and pop culture references. However, having the limited wardrobe of a teenage girl can be tolling. Finding beautiful pieces of clothing is like finding a visually stimulating print in a museum, you kind of just have to look at it longingly and try to block the idea of stealing it out your head. 
For example, there are these Margiela boots that I've been fawning over for ages. My size stills exists but only virtually. Like it will never exist in my personal reality because I'm 17 and therefore #broke I saw a pair of knock off Jeffrey Campbell boots but I realized it wouldn't be the same. The Margiela boots were created like a work of art, their dreamy pvc-ness isn't really worthy of me. Art is expensive and fashion is just as much of an art as any other medium. 
-R
ps look forward to pictures from ~prom~ soon

12.5.13

Sacrilege

Can we please talk about the Yeah Yeah Yeah's new album? More importantly can we take a moment to talk about how amazing Karen O is?
I was originally going to write about this in my zine (more on that soon) but I decided the time was now so here I go.
Karen O is actually the reason I got remotely excited about fashion. Before that, I pretty much didn't really understand or care about clothing. I was basically as wannabee disciple of Mike Jeffries *cringes* with really really low self esteem. Around March of 8th grade, a friend linked me to the "Heads Will Roll" video because apparently it was hilarious. I ended up becoming absorbed by it. It was incredibly unorthodox in comparison to my safe taste in classic rock (which by the way I still love). Karen O was basically the physical manifestation of cool.  In my highly impressionable mind she was more of an alien than a real person, a warped version of human perfections. My obsession with Karen O wasn't at all sexual, instead it more of a found curiosity, a chance to change myself so I would hate myself a bit less. Essentially, a way outside of my less than wonderful journey through the second half of 8th grade.
Eventually, I sifted my way through the majority of the Yeah Yeah Yeah's discography. When I finally made it to "Fever to Tell" I entered what would be my prelude to feminism. Karen O's screaming and angst drippings made me feel weirdly empowered. "Date with the Night" is more shock factor then anything but I think that's why it's so rad.
Anyways, where was I going with this? Oh right, Mosquito, the Yeah Yeah Yeah's newest album. It's amazing. Although its not really as raw as their earlier stuff its safe to say its like butter to the ears aka makes me want to melt.

When it comes to style, Karen O dresses a lot like a deranged acid fairy. She's basically done everything from singing in just pasties and jeans to debbie harry approved shockingly short shorts to giant headdresses. Karen O actually doesn't give a shit about what people think about her. She's sexual because she wants to be, not because she's "asking for it" or wants people to think she's hot because SHE ALREADY KNOWS.
Creds: unknown of karen o, visionaire magazine, cindy sherman print, unknown of debbie harry