Discepolo

First off: Happy Hallows Eve. I'm going to spend the rest of the day (after classes) first at the financial aid office, because surprise surprise, those fuckers can never get shit right, and then baking brownies and watching American Horror Story Coven. My post today is not about that though. I had a conversation with a friend yesterday (it's not deja vu , I wrote something similar yesterday, I talk to a lot of my friends big whoop) about Doctor Martens shoes, first she scolded me for liking them because they are leather (we are both vegetarian and animal defense advocates) then exclaimed (repeatedly) that they were ugly. Here's the thing you guys, I love Docs. Have since I was six, and the fact that my friend thinks they are hideous is not going to change my mind. My friend and I could not be more different, especially when it comes to fashion. She genuinely not interested in it, but I have a mom whose been designing and making clothes since she was twelve and I myself have had my share of designing clothes when I was younger, (think way younger, like rectangle skirts and triangle shirts.) So yes, I like fashion and there's nothing wrong with that, fashion is an art form that's greater than most art forms because we use it everyday to express ourselves. What I'm getting at, and this is not some lame counseling blog where I talk about yours and my feelings, but hey if your friend thinks something you like is ugly I say, fuck em. In a nice way, because I love my friends, but if we can't agree on something, well that's life. What really pisses me off though is that not even a month ago she was crying on the phone telling me she really wanted a pair of Docs, and too bad she couldn't find any that were non-leather (which they have by the way, they have rubber, velvet and vegan options here). I didn't try to remind her of that scenario, only because I'm kind of pacifist and hate arguments and fights and I knew she probably would have denied it and called me a liar. But anyway, the moral of this story is; don't be ashamed to do, or wear something you love because you're worried what you're friends with say/think. When I finally do buy my Docs and wear them and my friend notices, she's probably going to talk shit, to which I will simply reply "fuck off I like them." Fine (Italian for the end.)

Vegan!

Hallows Eve

So, my costume inspiration never really changes from year to year. There are always the classics and because I have so many, I kind of just pick at random. So this year, I'm thinking I'm going to be a ringleader at a circus. I'm renting a long tail coat from Robinson Beautilities and probably using whatever I have in my closet to make up the rest of the costume. But here are some random pictures of great celebrity inspiration that I stole from Nylon Magazine. Enjoy!(I'm not going to list their names, A) because I don't know half of them and 2) if you can't recognize them, then they've done their jobs well.)

These are my Fav!

And to more stimulating things....
Here is some Zoey Grossman photography that I stole, again from Nylon Magazine. Ive always had little photo shoots with my younger sister, where she's dressed up as Mrs. Havisham, or a cat or like a dead girl floating in a tub, and my style of photography is very raw with very little editing involved, I will eventually post some of my photos, but I loved Zoey's photos. Very simple yet ornate and they tell a really fun and creative story. I could right whole movies about the characters in her photographs. Fashion is obviously a big influence for her photos and the same goes for me. I piece of vintage velvet or hot pink fishnet or old top hat has really inspired some crazy photos. Lately I've been wanting to photograph someone. My sister obviously because she's kind of my muse, but shes so far away that it makes it difficult. Enjoy.

Sanctifie La Veille

I just realized Halloween is two days away. Makes me wish everyday was Halloween. In other news...I want to take a moment here to talk about judgment. I was talking to a close friend of mine yesterday, when she went off on this rant about how this next year is going to be "her year". Naturally I thought she was full of shit and herself, but her motivational, and even downright disrespectful, words triggered something in me. Let me just say that I'm all for drastic life changes and resolutions that build toward a better "you", but that doesn't mean talking shit and thinking badly of the people who "never change". A few of my friend's new resolutions are: no more smoking cigarettes; no more eating out; get gym membership; take supplements; don't use fluoride; sewing and/or crafting at home; no more hanging out with "losers" and "lames" who "never change". And the icing on the proverbial cake was, "and you should do the same." I'm sorry, I dearly love my friend, but fuck that. Seriously. I don't appreciate being labeled a lame because I don't have a gym membership (because I cant afford one) or a sewing machine (because I can't afford one) or smoking cigarettes, (I enjoy my ciggs, and I already made a New Year's resolution to quit, so until then fuck off!) what I'm getting at here is that we have no right to judge people for their decisions, or lack there of. I have decided not to judge my dear friend for whatever the fuck shes doing that I disagree with, which is actually really hard because we are soooo fucking different that it seems everything she does is wrong. Sorry, I'm not sorry. After this conversation ended, I felt as if she was trying to subliminally say something about my lifestyle, which I don't like. Yes, I want to be healthy, and thinner, and not smoke and make my own clothes and bake and all that. The difference between me and her is (in this case anyway) A) I don't have the money she does to afford that type of lifestyle, B) I have a real  job and bills to pay, so I'm sorry but vitamins are the last thing on my mind and C) My main concern right now, is passing my classes. My schedule is so overwhelming right now, I really don't have the spare time that she does to go to the gym and bake and sew shit. So sorry Des, I love you, but stop judging me, cause Lords knows you're not fucking perfect. To be honest, I'm really fucking over this new "exercise craze". Don't get me wrong, if anyone needs to lose weight its me, I know I'm overweight and unhealthy, and yes I'd like to change that. But what really pisses me off, is that people are so fucking focused on the outside, they forget to fix the inside. Yes, you are hot, but your also a dumb bitch who needs to pick up a book. My main concerns are not what people think of my appearance, I have no interest in "making the homegirls jealous" or getting "all the fine fellas to check me out". No. I'd rather read, and write and make music than stress over my body. I do understand that people look back on their lives and regret the things the didn't do  to make themselves more healthy. I know my clock is running out, I know I wasted my teenage "fun" years being self conscience and shy and, yes, fat. But I can always change that, what people don't realize is that you can transform a body no problem, but it's your personality that needs changing, because if all you care about are surface appearances, then you're fucked no matter how many gym memberships you have. Fin.

baieti suge

Sooo...I had to write about women's rights in my media 10 class today, which really inspired me to write about women's rights on my blog...now. But in all seriousness, I'm kind of tuckered out, so I promise not give you paragraph after paragraph of feminist jargon. Instead I'll post some pics (yes, pictures, for the hard of reading!) and inspirational quotes and reading material.

I just realized how sexist Cosmo can be. Which is hard for some people to understand, but if you look at the headlines and read the articles inside (and I have) you will see that women are rarely portrayed as anything but bimbos who need to buy these shoes and have infections. They are selling "sex secrets" by stating that we need to please our men in bed. Not the other way around. They are trying to make us submissive and stupid, and they are succeeding,

A child's t-shirt, that promotes no real brain power. Way to go mom!

Take a look at some of these article titles, and see if they bear any resemblance to advertisements from the 1950's and 60's.

This is particularly disgusting. The portrayal of a young girl as a sex object. This "lolita effect" is still prevalent today.

Along with some ads from this year...

the difference in how they sell a shirt to a man and a shirt to a woman.

Just some food for thought. More on the subject later, cause like previously stated I'm pooped. But check Missrepresentation.org for some great articles and images. Thanks!