Showing posts with label crop top. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crop top. Show all posts

Monday, April 14, 2014

fashion FRIENDly

"IT WAS ONE OF THOSE MARCH DAYS WHEN THE SUN SHINES HOT AND THE WIND BLOWS COLD; WHEN IT IS SUMMER IN THE LIGHT, AND WINTER IN THE SHADE" --Charles Dickens


Friendship has always mystified and eluded me. From the moment I met Emily, it seemed that the concept of friendship would avoid me no longer. It may sound cheesy, but I feel as if we were just meant to know each other. And even now, having lived with her for months and dealt with her boyfriend issues and intense hot sauce and noodle consumption, I can still say that she is my best friend. 


...but I don't mean to slip into terribly overwrought cliches. We're both fashionable ladies with unique yet compatible wardrobes. When we go out, let's just say it's an ordeal. Here, Emily is wearing a beautiful shapeless floral dress with spaghetti straps and a light pink lipstick shade. I have on black high waisted pants, black crop top and a loose feather button down (one of my proudest thrifts). 


With spring finally showing us its sunny days and affable nights, we no longer have to cover up our well-planned outfits with layer upon layer of sweaters and coats. No more stashing jackets backstage at shows or in kitchen cupboards at parties. Here is to many more outfits to come with my lovely best friend, Emily. 

Thursday, March 13, 2014

Frosted World

"Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones" -Friedrich Nietzsche 








In the desolate winter where caffeine and nicotine have seemed to be my only salvation, I must push to find within myself the breath of Spring that satiates. And in the depths of a seasonal depression, what better way to feel anew than to dress like a punky version of a 50-60s bombshell. 




With a pair of creepers, tights, a vintage tea length skirt hitting just below the knee, a simple black crop top and a pop of orange-red on my lips I think I can take on the frosted world. 




"I guess we often get the deep blues, both of us, and wonder what it all means - the people, the buildings, the day by day things, the waste of time, of ourselves" --Charles Bukowski


Thursday, January 30, 2014

Harem Pants & Flowers

"MY STYLE — IT’S BLACK, AND IT’S EXPENSIVE." --matt healy



"I WANT TO HAVE MORE SEX, TRAVEL MORE, DRINK MORE WINE AND LOVE LIFE." --Zoe saldana


You know those days when you wake up and are not sure if what's on your head is hair or a giant mass of stringy straw? I like to take those bad hair days and make them seem intentional. With my short hair finally able to get into a little ballet bun, this style makes for a sleek and quick fix to messy hair. Accent it with red lips, bronze blush high on the cheek bones and a chunky earring and you've got yourself a look! 



"I KNOW PRETTY MUCH WHAT I LIKE AND DISLIKE; BUT PLEASE, DON’T ASK ME WHO I AM." --sylvia plath


This beautiful long cut sweater is perfect for almost any outfit. It flatters forearms and balances the inch of revealed skin (and belly ring) from the floral crop top. When the sweater comes off, the best thing about this crop top is the elegantly cut back. 



The sun simply wouldn't allow me to take any better of photos....but I'm in love with these black cotton harem pants. I balanced their billow with some black suede booties. 


Thursday, December 26, 2013

Stripes!


 "love will tear us apart" --Joy Division
With holiday break comes abandoning the beautiful city of Chicago that I call home and exchanging it for my old (but delightful) bedroom back home in the suburbs. The positives are catching up with friends and spending time with family, listening to old school punk and writing lots of poetry.













I'm absolutely in love with these new suede heeled booties from ModCloth; they're comfortable and versatile. I've hardly gone a day without them since they came in! This outfit also consists of my essential high waisted black cigarette jeans from Urban Outfitters and a thrifted, striped crop top. 
A New Kind of Record
by: Dana Alsamsam

my swiveling fingers
get caught in the needle
of my record player
that sort of looks like a suitcase
and my body stretches, 
runs itself around
at 120 beats per minute
until I have melted and morphed
into my own record.
I've packed all I need
in this assonant suitcase
and learned to love my heart's 
vinyl encasing.

I only play sad songs
but I am happier this way

My hair is getting long enough to loose curl and middle part it again! And of course, the cat eye is always a must.