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once upon a time there was a little girl. this little girl wanted a lot of things, but one of the prettiest things she ever wanted was a certain Lanvin for H&M dress. not only were the dresses exorbitantly beautiful and renowned, they quickly sold out and were unavailable to purchase. the dresses  were scarce, but very expensive. she clipped clippings of the dress from magazines, and stared at them in awe. this poor little girl would never have her dress.

until...

one blogger posted about a dress - forty dollars in price, and only a few mouseclicks away. the girl instantly recognized her dress, and although not identical, it would do just fine.

yes, this is a blatant knockoff. yes, it was more than 90% cheaper. yes, i bought it. yes, now i'm broke again. i think i'm going to go buy myself a longer ribbon though..

obviously my cheesy duplication of the original photo isn't very good (i have much more eyebrows and a shorter dress) but oh well. i actually got this dress about a month ago, but i have been so delayed in posting.  anyway the point is that i'm absolutely smitten with this dress. it's from chicwish. it's absolutely perfect for any occasion. i actually was wearing it when i was last admitted to the hospital, heehee. 

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funny story about these heels.. they appear in many of my posts; they're my to-go heels. yesterday i was at work (firehouse theatre, a local theatre venue. technically a volunteer position but i'm there every night of every weekend and have been for almost a year so i'm considering it a real job at this point. just no pay.) and when the house isn't open to viewers yet, we put a low chain across the doorway. i'm used to it. i step over it all the time. i step over this time, and my heel gets caught in the chain. i faceplant in front of the largest cast we've ever had. skirt up and everything. i step up and an older man comes over, asks me if i'm alright, and says, 'that was dramatic.'. i look up to see about thirty people staring at me. ...oooh..

so that was one of the most embarrassing things to ever happen to me.

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 maybe i should  stop talking in third person.. (see: top of this post)

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we have youth, love aesthetics, pneumonia white

follow friday returns! i kind of forgot about it; got a little vain and selfish over here i guess.

as always, three lovely ladies you might have never heard of. i look to these three and don't understand why they don't have billions of followers. i was actually taken aback when i discovered how many each had. it's not like they have 3 a piece but i still think they are too amazing to not have that much exposure..

1) Marina of we have youth

both of these are hers, and the first one is actually a self portrait (for lack of a better word).  the second is just an amazing photo. the last is something i think is the most intriguing edit ever.. it is probably one of my favorite images ever. besides joseph gordon levitt in lingerie. i can't describe marina. she intrigues me. and i guess i'd have to classify her blog as an innovative photography blog? i don't know.

2) Ivania from LOVE AESTHETICS

she's beautiful. she has gray hair. she's fucking brilliant. she makes rings out of sewer pipes, ties a tee into a skirt in seconds, turns a strapless bra into a t strap, and performed a 30 day experiment on the lasting quality of one of H&M's new 'eco-friendly' tank dresses (it didn't hold up so well.). not to mention she's beautiful. i want to be her. i want her hair. her tattoo. her closet. her  genius. her blog. her. she has quickly become one of my most favorite people in the blogosphere. she's not very UNknown but too bad. did i mention she has a penchant for zana bayne? swoon. on a side note, i don't think zana bayne will ever know how much i obsess over her harnesses. when i see them on people or in magazines i point, let my mouth fall to the floor, and freeze.

i'm borderline psychotic.

3) pneumonia white of pneumonia white

in all honesty i can not understand her. i never will. i don't always know what she means or is saying. i'll never know who she is or what her eyes look like. her blog is more of a story or poetry or quips of her thoughts, even twisted ones. it's more like art. performance art. but there are a few things i know for sure: she has a counterpart. as sure as there is a pneumonia white there is a pneumonia black. are they separate people? she seems to think so, citing her as the love of her life, but one that comes in and out as she pleases. pneumonia black is more poetry (not the right word but all i can think of) than photos. white likes masks. white finds solace in pretty things. and the last thing i know is that she reminds me of this:

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bad kids

there are days i just want to be trashy. i just want to wear leather and fishnets and lots of eyeliner and patent leather heels. i want to feel more badass than i am. i guess it's pretending.. does anyone else ever feel like that? i want to wear this in public (fishnets, huge heels, little to no jewelry, dark purple lipstick, a black bandeau, and my leather jacket, leatherette high waisted shorts) but i know my mother would never let me out of the house.

i think i'm going to start adding soundtracks to my posts, since the names of them are always from songs anyways.

i feel like my outfit would be complete with a cigarette. i really love the look of smoking, and however bad it smells, it tastes good. bah humbug. it's just parisian and sexy and i don't know. 

(wilma & winston, little plastic horses, just mok3y, kids with guns)

i guess this is typical angsty teenage something post.

i apologize if this is a completely  new side to those who don't know me well. i kind of created a lady-like image and i still am there's just moods, y'know? i get them frequently, actually.

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i'm obsessed with the mess that's america

 almost three weeks ago now, i had one of the best days of my life. only exactly one week after the worst (hobos, chili, breakdown) there was a beautiful day. a beautiful day in d.c. complete with one of my best friends and the most amazing concert i've ever been to.

be warned, picture heavy.

we took the subway, wandered through d.c.'s (very very tiny - about one square block) chinatown, meandered the art gardens..

 (i am wearing a thrifted denim dress i dip-dyed (with bleach?) the sleeves, a belt, and payless wedges. Kate is wearing one of my favorite dresses, a pastel chiffon beauty from kimchi blue and her own shoes from ???)

we explored and explored and then found a carousel.

then headed to the 9:30 club for Marina & the Diamonds/Ra Ra Rasputin (but mostly Marina; they just opened for her with a short set of about 7 songs). all of the following pictures are unedited in any way.

if you've never been to the 9:30 club i really recommend it: they have great drinks, sell merch, and have this room of benches and chairs with soft blue lights under the benches that look so cool.

her awesome keyboard with a beaded american flag. she's welsh, and the tour is called the burger queen tour. she has a few songs just about america and stuff.

she is a polish girl in ameri-ca, tall, tan, hot, blonde called anya. i asked why would you wanna be a hollywood wife, 'because i don't wanna end up living on a dive on Vine... do anything for a dime.. looking for the golden lie. hollywood infected your brain - you wanted kissing in the rain... i'm obsessed with the mess that's america.

later, she quips:

i fight security makin' plays for me as soon as i touch down in old LA he says, 'Oh. My. God. You look just like Shakira, no no, you're Catherine Zeta -- actually, my name's Marina!

she pops out in a neon yellow high-waisted trouser, huge pom pom earrings, and a floral sportsbra with holes cut out on the boobs. i forget what kind of pattern was under the first bra. i don't recognize her at first -- her hair is chopped short, textured, and a light brown? she says that her drummer cut it the night before; he cuts his girlfriend's too. then she changes, and we get a pretty light blue and white SEQUINED striped pajama set, complete with clear plastic heels trimmed with fluff.

the lighting of the show  was consistently amazing, and you can just tell even from the bad picture that she's just a natural performer. i hope you can tell how close i was -- pretty much in the front row, but there were these two dads with their 7 year old daughters and they WOULD NOT MOVE.  everyone around them politely politely asked. we were all annoyed that they were taking up spaces from the real fans.

but then he lip synced the lyrics to her last song.

...ahem. anyways, last number is hollywood. she glides onto the stage in a sequined american flag jumpsuit with her felt burger in hand.

amazing. not to mention she had these great red and white striped heels. i want them.

then me and kate went outside the club after buying a tee and ra ra rasputin's CD to find a mob. we wait. we get yelled at by bouncers. we wait. MARINA COMES OUT.

she's a sweetheart. not to mention beautiful. she got to me and Kate, signed both of our shirts, I HUGGED HER and touched her stomach (...i'm a creeper what can i say), and chatted with her for about thirty seconds about how amazing she is and we drove 3 hours to see her (1 1/2, i doubled it for dramatic effect), etc. She is stunning, not to mention her voice is amazing. She is just as good in concert, if not better than the CD.

i fucking love Marina & the Diamonds.

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