Archive for the ‘Fashion Blogging for Toddlers’ Category

Dear Zadie Smith

July 26, 2015

Teach me your tichel ways.

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Zadie Smith, Nick Laird== 2014 Museum Gala== American Museum of Natural History, NYC== November 20, 2014== ©Patrick McMullan== Photo - Clint Spaulding/PatrickMcMullan.com== ==

Sleeping

March 15, 2015

I slept about 14 out of the last 24 hours and yet I still feel like a lump.  No good when you’re trying to write about Wittgenstein.  What gives, biology?

I don't sleep in heels because I'm not a fucking moron, but otherwise this picture just about sums it up.

I don’t sleep in heels because I’m not a fucking moron, but otherwise this picture just about sums it up.

Surprisingly Difficult

February 15, 2015

Kesha (refuse to put in the dollar sign) or an Olsen twin?

What hath become of you?

What hath become of you?

Did This Week Suck?

January 9, 2015

I think it did.  But I’ll tell you what doesn’t suck: Sia’s music video for “Elastic Heart.”  I know this one has gotten more than its share of attention, albeit mostly from those who consider it either pedophilia or pointless absurdity or both.  But that’s some mishegoss, because while it is absurd, it is certainly not pointless or pedophilic.  I thought about writing about it in depth, but Erin Keane at Salon said everything I was going to say already.  I almost joined Twitter solely for the purpose of messaging her, “Erin: you are SO RIGHT.  But can you tell me now how I can stop myself from watching the video for the 700th time in a row?”

I’ve heard people say that it’s about Sia’s relationship with her father, and Sia herself said it was about “two warring ‘sia’ self states.”  I like the latter explanation better.  A folie a deux occurring inside a single person.  I keep coming back to the idea of Ziegler as a kind of dancing id, something feral and composed entirely of instinct.   Who is Shia, then?  Unclear.  But $20 they met in AA.

If you’re doubting me on the Freudian thing, check out the video for “Chandelier,” and then get back to me.  So if we’re being teleological here––and why WOULDN’T we be––that makes LaBeouf the ego or the superego.  Something is swirling around in here (the video, and my brain, which are kind of one and the same thing at this point) about the perils of doing things because society TELLS you to, like pose for publicity shots.  Who knows this better than a former Disney slave?  Oh SIA YOU CLEVER SONGBIRD YOU.  I’m seriously looking for someone to recreate this dance with me (I call Ziegler’s role.)  Oh, and Maddie, if you’re reading this: you’re a true artist.  Don’t let reality TV destroy you.

 

An Idea

January 9, 2015

Dear Jenna Lyons,

I have this polka dot shirt from J. Crew (a few seasons back) and I really think it would be cool if you made a version like the below:

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With one GOLD polka dot!  All I ask for is a shirt from the first batch.  You’re welcome!

Love,

ID

Kill Yourself

December 16, 2014

A little soon for another blog post but: a $1K diamond KALE necklace.

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My Design for a Thimble Hat

November 7, 2014

Ooo-wee, does it feel good to cross this one off the to-do list!  No, seriously.

Modeled by my girl crush

Modeled by my girl crush

Printing This Out Right Now

November 3, 2014

So I can color it in.

Can I just say, it’s about time the Satanic Temple upped their marketing game!  Scientology has put them to shame.

Lots of Aleister Crowley, I'd guess.

Lots of Aleister Crowley, I’d guess.

Remember

October 26, 2014

When I was obsessing over how to buy beetles to make earrings like the ones from Moonrise Kingdom?  Lulu Frost heard of my plight, and she answered!

Perfect.

Perfect.

Goodness it is TOUGH to be a trendsetter.

Off to Miami tomorrow.  So excited.  Please don’t bother me while I’m there––I’ll be reading and sunbathing.

Embarrassed

October 1, 2014

I’m embarrassed because I feel as if every post I write begins with an apology for being out of touch.  The truth is that the past few days, it’s been mighty difficult to peel myself out of bed.  If only I were Gogo Schiaparelli, the daughter of Elsa and the future mother of Marisa Berenson (did you know it’s pronounced Mar-ee-za?)  Particularly the last part:

“After leaving Abbot’s Hill, she went to school in Paris, spent a winter in Munich, and took cooking lessons from a Russian chef.  In London she lived in her mother’s home with a chaperone, went on holidays to Morocco or Rome with her mother, and then might spend a few weeks visiting Diasy Fellowes’s villa at Cap Martin and from there head to Monte Carlo.  She traveled with her own pink silk sheets.”

Oh, and did I mention that I’m getting married?