Friday, July 30, 2010

What's in a name?

So...
I've noticed that some people love a name more than they love the actual article of clothing.
Don't get me wrong,
I have some Chanel vintage pieces that I think are that much cooler because of the brand name, but in all honesty,
can someone get the same look for less than an arm and a leg?
Yes.
In all due respect to all famous designers,
fashion should make you feel amazing,
not broke.
So, I've decided to bring upon myself,
a challenge.
Here I have three photos of unnecessarily overpriced fashion pieces,
from a popular fashion magazine.
As beautiful as these silhouettes are,
I know for a fact I can get about the same look for less than half the price.
I must follow three rules:
1) I can NOT spend more than $25 for the WHOLE outfit recreation.
2) I can borrow and pull from my own, my friend and my families closet.
(cause don't we all just wanna "borrow that top"?)
3) I may only use a "name brand" item if it is thrifted.
4) Outfit doesn't have to be exactly the same, but closely inspired by.
But the closer the better!

Phew.
Do you believe in me?
I do.






For more inspiration,
please watch fashionista anarchist, Beth Ditto from The Gossip,
sing
"Dime Store Diamond".
I love her.
Wish me luck!




Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Girl Crush!




So, I am still fairly new to this blogging world.
I've enjoyed a few blogs here and there, not enough quite yet though.
I'm not picky at all but it's easy to say that a majority of the fashion influenced blogs just aren't my style.
But a while ago I stumbled on this little lady's blog.
She's a Capricorn from Quebec and if you read her "more about me" she states:

"Instead of just bitching and complaining about the prevalence of pretty and lack of savvy substance, I decided to borrow the idea from activism communities: if you want something to exist or change and it doesn't, do it yourself. I want this blog to be a place where I can explore political notions of fashion (without using too much inaccessible jargon) and have other people give me feedback, and maybe even encourage other feminists interested in fashion to start their own blogs to start even more conversations."

A very informed woman with sick style.
Can a girl ask for anything more?
Check out her blog here!

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Color me Juarez.




When browsing through those never ending updates on Facebook recently,
I encountered an article that a friend of mine posted titled;
"makeup line inspired by Juarez".
While reading this headline,
two main questions came to mind:
1)Juarez?
As in Juarez, Mexico?
As in the infamous border town where thousands of women have been found raped, tortured and murdered?
2) Is this some sort of sick way of selling blood and guts movie makeup?

As I took the time to read the article, the answers to my questions were;
1) Yes.
2) Kind of, sort of, not really, basically.

Recently, the famous makeup company, MAC, teamed up with clothing line, RODARTE,
to create a line of makeup influenced by the bordertown city of Juarez, Mexico.
(Yes, the thousands of women murdered, raped and tortured Juarez that I initially thought about.)
Apparently,
after a road trip through the city,
the sister team behind RODARTE found the desert, factory life and ghost like people of the town "inspiring".
With makeup shades titled;
Ghost Town,
Factory,
QuinceaƱera,
and
Juarez,
the makeup company forgot to recognize one little thing in their marketing scheme.

Since 1993 Juarez, Mexico has seen over 400 women fall victim to sexual homicide.
The murders of these women continue today and are still unsolved.
The brutality of these homicides have left the city scarred, broken, dangerous and infamous.

To me...
this whole situation is about ignorance.
To enter a city that is not only plagued by an unsolved problem,
but is also famous for it
and then to ignore this problem,
is completely distasteful to me.
I imagine the creators of RODARTE driving through Juarez in their designer clothing and overpriced sunglasses thinking;
"this is amazing.
So dark, so torn, so dirty, so inspiring.
Such art!"


Barf.


It's also about glamorization.
Glamorizing factory work and bordertown misery.
I mean,
it all sounds like fun,
doesn't it?
But when you're a young girl supporting a family,
walking home every night at 3am from work,
looking over your shoulder every second to make sure you're not the next forgotten victim,
I'm sure the last thing on your mind is,
"Will quinceniera be in liquid or matte?


Without due credit, both MAC and RODARTE have since apologized for their decision.

M·A·C Cosmetics Statement:

We understand that product names in the M·A·C Rodarte collection have offended some of our consumers and fans. This was never our intent and we are very sorry. We are listening carefully to the comments posted and are grateful to those of you who have brought your concerns to the forefront of our attention. M·A·C will give a portion of the proceeds from the M·A·C Rodarte collection to help those in need in Juarez. We are diligently investigating the best way to do this. Please be assured that we will keep you posted on the details regarding our efforts.

Rodarte Company Statement:

Our makeup collaboration with M·A·C developed from inspirations on a road trip that we took in Texas last year, from El Paso to Marfa. The ethereal nature of this landscape influenced the creative development and desert palette of the collection. We are truly saddened about injustice in Juarez and it is a very important issue to us. The M·A·C collaboration was intended as a celebration of the beauty of the landscape and people in the areas that we traveled.



If I can just say,
my own reaction to the RODARTE apology was a a definite chuckle.
If you view the line of clothing modeled at their fashion show,
all the women are corpse like gaunt,
dressed in white with pale faces
and have dark eyeshadow beneath their eyes.
Sound just like the landscapes of northern Mexico,
doesn't it?



*photos via
www.amnesty.usa.org
nowpublic.com

Monday, July 26, 2010

And I'm back!

Alright, this is for real this time.
No more lies.
I'm back with avengance!
My sincere apologies to those few of you that missed me.
Have had a few moments of inspiration in my life lately, but a bit too busy to have too many.
Summer's here and all I want to do is swim, eat ice cream and sip on homemade juice.
But no worries....someones always looking good in the wall paper.
Here are some of the few colorful prints I've been seeing in my life lately.



















Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Aint nobody dope as me...








Some boys just really know how to look good.
Dressed so fresh and so clean, clean.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

lil' old Armenian chess player insipred.

It's been HOT in LA and as you can tell from my lack of posts, I've been very busy.
But this does not mean I didn't have the time to sport
those thick fabrics and high boots inspired by my fellow Armenians.
Enjoy...

Vintage leotard from Swift, Burbank.
Vintage shorts from American Vintage, Sherman Oaks.


Equestrian boots.
Thrifted from American Way, Burbank.


Vintage Newsie cap and Vintage belt from Swift, Burbank.




I've never been afraid to take risks.
As you can see.
Mixing cultures....
Chonga meets Lil'Old Armenian Chess player.

Vintage REVERSABLE vest thrifted from American Way, Burbank.
Owl necklace, a gift from Tyla.
80's hot pink leotard from Swift, Burbank.
Vintage belt stolen from my mom's closet.

Vintage shoes from Patty's Closet, Montrose.

Necessarily large Pink Rhinestone.
Thrifted.

To die for Vintage Newsie pants from Swift, Burbank.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Keratin boost.





Growing up, I had long flowing hair down to my bum.
You know, the kind of hair that is so long it's no longer hair, it's just dead skin cells.
My mother was fascinated by it.
It would be her worse nightmare to witness anything happen to mine or my sisters hair.
So, of course, we cut it off.
My mother lost a piece of herself those two separate occasions, but me, on the other hand, I felt more rejuvenated than ever.
I felt free.

The annual haircutting stage came every year after that.
I'd let my hair grow out as long as it could get, then chop it off right before summer.
It's been a while since I've last cut my hair, about a little over two years.
I've been letting it do its wild mane like circus on top of my scalp, but this time when I go short, I plan on going really short.
Very short.
Practically bald, short.
Yes...
I'm dying to shave my head.

I've been boasting about this deep desire for a while now, and it really pains me to see the reaction in peoples faces when I say so.
My announcement is always accompanied with; "why?" or "but you have such beautiful hair".
One particular person in my life, has even gone so far as saying that shaving my head would be the "worst decision" I would ever make in my life.
Shaving my head.
Worst decision.
In my life.
Not;
starting up an addiction to Crystal meth,
joining a gang,
murdering a family....
but shaving my head?
Interesting.

I guess I get it?
Being a woman, we are supposed to be obsessed and defined by our natural accessories.
Big Breasts.
Long Legs.
Perfectly trimmed waistlines.
Long flowing hair.
This is what makes us women.
This is what defines us.
Right?
Not our natural ability to bear children,
or our intelligence and wit
and common understanding,
but the accessories.
The easy, breezy. beautiful things.
Yeah, sorry.
No.
Just puked a little bit in my mouth.

It's hair people!!
HAIR!!!
Dead cells.
A collection of the protein Keratin to be exact.
A reminder of the past decisions you've been making since you last cut those locks.

I could give a million and one reasons as to why I want to shave my head.
First and foremost,
I'm doing it for myself.
Because I want to.
Because there's a part of me that feels like I need to.
Because I've caught myself hanging on to my hair for dear life, using it as a shield and a way to protect myself from all the crazies out there.
Because there's nothing more frightening and exhilarating than knowing I'm going to be staring right into my eyes for 5 months giving me no choice but to fall in love with myself all over again.

I'm not sure when this grand decision will come, but it will.
And when it does, nothing will feel better than feeling that dead weight get lifted off my shoulders.
It will by my decision.
My choice.
My movement.
For me, to me.
Plain old me.
In the flesh,
undisguised,
weightless
and beautiful.