"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.
Andre 3000, one of my all-time favorite dressers, whose style I classify as "Spiffunk". 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.
via the Sartorialist. Red and shiny, head to toe? This dude is making it happen.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?
"Vitamininmotion" via Wardrobe Remix models dissonance, pulled together. 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.]
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6 comments:
I love Atrium's outfit. After my nonexistant summer I sort of loathe signing up for classes, especially if I end up trapped in PA!
You're the best captioner EVAR. I'm stealing "spiffunk" right now.
I hear ya about school. I am working on a second right degree now, and considering chucking it because I hate how unnatural it all feels.
But YOU. You're so close. And I know it might feel pointless and like you're headed for bourgeois hell, but give yourself a little more credit than that. If you don't want to end up trapped in mid-level boredomland, you won't. Finish this step, then plan your next. You strike me as a creative, funny, talented, irrepressible woman. I can't imagine you letting yourself get stuck.
OK there's a load of unasked-for advice. Hope I didn't overstep. ;)
That first outfit is fabulously bright and fun.
Thanks for the comments!
Sal-- yours left me beaming like a gymnast! Oh the puns... blech... thanks for your advice and the sweetness! I guess it is frustrating being someone who doesn't fall in line: you're looking for a framework to guide yourself, when few to none exist!
WHEW! As soon as I posted that comment, I thought, "Crap, did I just go all condescending schoolmarm on my girl?" Thank goodness no. So how's it feeling now? Did you register yet?
I know that longing-for-framework feeling so well. It's scary but freeing to discover that you've just gotta build your own.
another schoolmarm type, cruisin over from sal's blog! you know, after I got my BA, I wondered "who let me graduate from college without forcing me to read Virginia Woolf? Edith Wharton? Hemingway? What the heck were they thinking?"
my solution was just to start reading all the classics I felt I ought to have read (usually on my bus commute to work!). And then I started reading history books and biographies of periods and people I was interested in, whoever struck my fancy at the time ... you see where I'm going?
So don't fret! You don't have to be in college to do this. You can keep learning about all those things you always wanted to learn about - an entire life can be full of such riches. (I hear it's also a dynamite cure for the common bourgeoisie mindset, har)
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