"Atriuum" via Wardrobe Remix. Zany, looks like she took a paintbrush to her dress, and I love that a structured jacket is paired with the super wrinkly frock and impetuous scarf.
...now that I'm six months away from ending my program with zero wiggle room for courses other than what I have to take (Dullardism 101 and the like) I'm beginning to resent not knowing much more about what I would really like to learn. I suppose that could be my fault, but really, without majoring in history or literature or creative writing, you're really not going to be able to take classes other than the most basic ones that make up your core.
I feel like most of my classes are like asking a weightlifter to stand in for a gymnast at the Olympics. Sure, he's strong, but he's not designed for that kind of activity. Nor is my mind -- and many other minds-- designed for memorizing endless lists of things I don't need and will forget anyway. I feel as though I being trained to be bourgeois. To know enough to get a job, but to be educated in a manner so hostile to intellectualism or even joy of learning so as to be of no threat to the status quo. To just be grateful you got through it and take your mid-wage earning job and all the minor, white bread pains-in-the-ass of being middle class and just be happy with it.
So now what? Pay yet more for additional classes in things I'd like to learn more about? Read every book ever published? Do yoga in the desert? Sit under a tree for 40 days? I've been considering going to grad school, but wouldn't it just be more of the same? A monkey machine of lists to choke down, a bad hangover, and the same job you had before?
For your consideration, today's photos are of people whose style rejects what is proscribed by fashion squares and comes out on top.
"Stine" via Wardrobe Remix. I can't explain it, but I love this outfit for being completely teenaged in the most darling way possible.
via Facehunter. Sure I'll peg my pants, wear women's loafers, a child's sweatshirt and frost my hair. And look awesome. It's because of my ankles. They're sexy ankles.
The lovely and talented .Yokoo appears in the blog once more, modeling another one of her scarves. I love her tomboyish style with a hint of seemingly perfunctory femininity, the "art hair" that manages to be unpretentious and those glasses (!).
A couple of other opinions. Tropic Thunder had moments where I definitely laughed harder than I have at a movie in a long time, but the depictions of "Stupid Jack" and some of the Vietnamese really were squirm-inducing. Painfully so. Also, while the American team is technically very good, cain't nobody strike a pose like that Jiang Yuyuan.
[images: www.wardroberemix.com, Facehunter, the Sartorialist, www.fashiongraduatejpw.blogspot.com.]