Saturday, June 11, 2011

Du Du Du DUUUU DUUU DU DU DU DUUUUU DUUUU DU DU DU DUUUU DU DU DU DU duuuuuuu

In 1997 George Lucas rereleased Star Wars episodes 4-6 in theatres
and my life changed forever.
Yes,
I am a Jedi.
History repeated itself when my generation got it's first dosage of alien empire awesomness.
I was hooked.
I became an ultra fan.
I watched the movies over and over,
Empire Strikes Back being my favorite of the trilogy,
owned galactic encyclopedias, bought comics, played with action figures,
the list goes on.
As far as I was concerened,
I was living in the wrong time and on the wrong planet.
I should have been being trained by Yoda alongside Luke Skywalker on the Planet Dagobah.
I should have been batteling the evil empire with my own pink light saber.
Yes, pink.
How firece would that be?
Nonetheless,
I was happy to play pretend in my room on planet earth with the soundtrack blasting through my speakers.

I got to live out an awesome Jedi fantasy this past weekend with the wifey, Jamie and her boo at The Hollywood Bowl.

Here's some photos of our Star Wars inpired outfits.

Inspired by Han Solo...

Pants. Express Sale Rack.
Vest. Thrifted.


Found this necklace the day of the event at smoke shop in Highland Park (random).
It reminded me of C-3p0. $5
Vintage Belt.

Vintage Boots. Pasadena Flea Market.

Reversible Star Wars watches. Two Happy Meals.

$3 earrings from that same smoke shop.
They reminded me of the Millenium Falcon.

Inspired by Princess Leia...









Inspired by Darth Vader....











Friday, June 10, 2011

Come on Barbie let's go party.


I've never hated Barbie.
I never really played with her, I was more of a Polly Pocket fan.
However, like most children,
if I did have a Barbie in hand it was usually torn apart, drawn on and given pencils for legs instead.
Not out of hate.
It was just so damn easy to pull those limbs apart!
Barbie has always been a catch-22 for me.
I wanted to hate her cause I felt like I had to.
I mean,
she had long blond hair, bright eyes, huge breasts, a nice ass, long legs, no cellulite.
Everything I guess I was supposed to want.
Right?
Everything I was taught to want?
Right?

But then there was the element of independence she carried that no one seemed to focus on.
I mean,
this is a single woman of many talents who holds high paying jobs,
owns her own home, Cadillac and fights for animal rights.
Also, being a California girl,
Barbie surrounds herself with equally independent women with multi-cultural backgrounds.
Hello!
Barbies a bad ass!

In fact if I met Barbie, I have a feeling we'd get along great.
We'd go tanning, we'd talk about fashion, feminism, our love for furry creatures and how awesome being a woman is.

We'd be open with one another about our insecurities.
Hers being the fact that she's an independent millionaire who doesn't seem to be taken seriously because of her looks and is hated by women for something she can't even help!
Mine would probably have something to do with PMS and feeling fat and she'd retaliate with
"Shutup. You think I got this far by being insecure and hating myself?
You're gorgeous. We both are.
Now get it together, run a mile with me and let's go watch Bridesmaids with Teresa and Midge."

I think Barbie would be pretty cool.
I mean,
that's exactly how Mattel has marketed her, right?

So when the Body Shop released it's Anti-Barbie ad,
with a full figured smiling doll named Ruby,
above the caption
"there are 3 billion women who don't look like super models and 8 who do",
I was shocked to here Mattel had banned the ad.
Seriously.

This is how I see it,
if Barbie is all Mattel created her to be;
all woman, all hard working, all activist, all independent,
then I could never see her banning this ad.
In fact,
I could see her calling up Mattel,
firing it's CEO Robert Eckert and calling up Ruby for a day date at the beach.

I hear her saying something along the lines of
"I would love Ruby to be a part of my life, working by my side, and representing the unrepresented".
Because this is EXACTLY how Mattel has marketed her.
A girls girl.
A friend.
An activist.

So I guess I should stop blaming barbie, and end my post with a question to the right person.

Dear Robert Eckert,
I love every inch of my body and every inch of every woman's body on this planet,
whether they do or do not look like Barbie.
If I were to stand in front of you naked,
you would see cellulite, stretch marks, my bell bell,
a furry lower back and huge smile.
If this is at all offensive,
might I just ask,
what do you look like naked?


Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Renaissance Rewind.

It went something like this:

Me:
Jamie?
Jamie:
Yes, my love?
Me:
This might be weird, but can we go to the Renaissance Fair?
Jamie:
(in the most sincere tone I've ever heard from that woman)
I've.
ALWAYS.
Wanted.
To.
Go.
To.
The.
Renaissance.
Fair.

After getting over the initial excitement,
we planned our outfits and invaded the Glendale Costume Shop for some goodies!!!!
Check out our day of Renaissance-ing.

Inspired by Mr. Gweneth Paltrow.

Boots. Jamie's Closet.

Hat. Glendale Costume Rentals.

Vest. Glendale Costume Rentals.
Blouse. My closet.

Shorts. Glendale Costume Rentals.

Inspired by Arwen Evenstar.

Talk about a head turner.
Princess Jamie was a hit!
Dress. Glendale Costume Rentals.

Head piece.
I found this gem at the Hollywood Flea Market.
Not Jamie,
the headpiece.






Mexican pointy shoes!!!!





Yes.
That's what you think it is.
You know,
in case your partners on the other side of the room?
And you're too lazy to walk to them?
Right?






Va Va Voom.







Here's to time travelling, fairies and playing dress up with the ones you love.