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I broke my camera :( I actually dropped it in a glass of wine on Bastille Day, but it’s sort of been clinging on for dear life since then. Yesterday it was on its last breath; It flashed one last time, and the shutter fluttered closed, forever. Here are the last photos it ever took, in its memory…RIP little Canon PowerShot.
On the way to the London Tattoo Convention…underslept.
Happy 400th post on Drooling Isn’t Pretty!
I have such mixed feelings about T-shirts. On the one hand, I hate that they are kind of lazy, and that they are easy and ubiquitous like denim (you’ll notice I don’t ever blog about or wear jeans). On the other hand, they are so comfy, and so versatile, and can be so much more than just a shirt. The best thing about them is that since everybody has t-shirts, everybody has a favorite t-shirt or one with a really good story. So therefore I would like to dedicate this week, in celebration of my 400th post on D.I.P., to the t-shirt. Not just any t-shirt though, that very special shirt we all have in our wardrobe. So this week I will post a shirt and a story a day, and yes, dear readers, I would love to hear your stories as well!
So get ready to dig though your wardrobe and your soul to and tell me about your favorite shirts and the memories associated with them.
I’m a Leo :)
Leos, Love and Lattés after the jump; Continue reading
I got to see some Christopher Kane pieces in person at the Design Museum in South London. This dress stood out because a) its black sheer, and we all know how I feel about that and b) the bubbly sleeves are adorable and a refreshing new take on fashion’s recent obsession with shoulder/sleeve interest.
I think my favorite thing about London has been getting to see all these exciting new fashion-oriented things that I never see back home…here I feel like I’m in the center of invention and cutting edge fashion :)
Photo by Drooling Isn’t Photogenic.
Just wanted to say thank you so much to Ink Art Tattoos and Ferbs Cosmetics for sending me the free tattoo concealer kit. Although the makeup is way too pink for me to use as a regular concealer, I tried covering up my wrist tattoo and with ONE coat my tattoo vanished! My arm looks so naked…please ignore the chipped nail polish!
This is from the YAZ look book…they don’t credit the photographer for some reason.
I have kept this photo on my desktop for a while now, waiting until I had something clever to say about it…but really it just makes me chuckle. I wish desperately that it was a still from a movie…possibly this would be the very tense scene in which a group of Italian brothers were forced to run from the mob and found shelter in a sunny country house where they were fed pasta and um, oysters, for breakfast, and this is the moment where they all glare at the fifth brother (who got them all into this mess) as he walks through the door.
The film would of course be sponsored by Dolce & Gabbana and the contract would state that all the actors would be male models and that they’d be required to bare D&G underwear and/or sweat for at least 80% of their screen time.
Wouldn’t you go see that movie?
Women (and men who carry handbags, I should think) have this very impractical relationship with bags; The larger the bag, the more “necessities” need to be lugged around on a day-to-day basis. Now that I have my trusty slouch bag, I find that I can’t get through the day without several decks of cards, a couple outdated issues of Dazed, a Kit Kat and an assortment of empty notebooks. You know, just in case. As they say, luck favors the prepared.
I guess that’s the idea behind this tote bag from Oak. I would imagine the girl who carries this bag never leaves home without The Worst Case Scenario Survival Handbook, an extra pair of running shoes, a collapsible tent, a portable sewing machine, a flashlight and batteries, of course, and “two-dozen pink lollipops, rubber bands, chewing gum, and a fine-toothed comb” in the style of My Father’s Dragon*, lest she should run into lollipop-starved crocodiles on her way back from the Apocalypse When? conference.
Or, you know, it might be useful for art students who like to look professional whilst carrying their portfolios on the subway.
Available online at Oak NYC.
*If you got this reference, dude. Lets have lunch some time.
I would have to say Dazed & Confused is my favorite fashion magazine because they do some really incredible interviews with filmmakers as well as figures in fashion, and they always deliver with the fashion editorials. Also, they aren’t afraid of writing intelligently; a lot of glossies seem to think that its readers are allergic to words and just want to see pretty pictures of expensive clothes.
I just bought the february issue and I love that they featured the crazy Viktor & Rolf mesh creations, (I’d been dying to get a better look at the red gown with the cut out holes) as well as a piece about “emporer of anime” Hayao Miyazaki, who I love.
It also came with a free BE STUPID shirt from the new Diesel campaign…I can’t say I’m a huge fan of Diesel or their marketing technique of having people strive to “Be stupid: Smart may have the brains, but stupid has the balls”. I guess its – er -selling a lifestyle?
When people buy Chanel it might be for the classic, timeless elegance associated with the uber-brand, or it might be for people’s cultish obsession with brand’s image, specifically, the logo. Those simple little C’s are universally recognized as a symbol for all that is desirable, and therefore its a natural progression for people to start branding their skin with the logo.
Behold, Chanel Pirate of the Legendary C’s; (via Not Couture). I’d rock it if it were an eye patch ;P