Wednesday, October 31, 2012

What Ever Happened to Baby Jane?


Wearing my Communion dress, American Apparel socks, Aldo heels, vintage cardigan, scrap of fabric as a belt, Estee Lauder lipstick in Fury.






















For Halloween this year I decided to go as Baby Jane. I spent a really long time looking for the perfect Halloween costume, and after going through lots of vintage scary films I decided on What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? as the perfect choice. I love going all out with my costumes, which is why I challenge myself every year to get more and more creative. Is it wrong that I'm already wondering what I should dress up as next year?

I hope you're all having a spooky Halloween!

Monday, October 29, 2012

To Autumn

Wearing a vintage skirt. Unknown blazer. Pegabo shoes. Aldo hat. Jewelry from Ebay. 





Photo by me.


Photo by me.









Photos unless otherwise stated by my dad.

I've always been attracted to bridges in the woods. When I was little I would watch a show called Little Bear  and I remember the characters were always scared of the trolls that lived underneath the bridge. Just remembering that show makes me laugh, but at the same time I'm overcome with nostalgia for childhood make belief. I often wish I could recapture that childhood imagination and those seemingly endless days of making up stories. Every time I cross a bridge I imagine myself caught in one of my childhood fantasies, but that flashback flitters away and I'm left sitting on a bridge exchanging stories with a high school friend, but that imagine fades away to be left with an empty bridge, myself at one end and my dreams at the other, waiting for me to take those steps to grab them.

PS. The following is one of my favourite poems by a wonderful poet, John Keats:

To Autumn

1.

SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
  Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
  With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,        5
  And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
    To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
  And still more, later flowers for the bees,
  Until they think warm days will never cease,        10
    For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
2.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
  Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
  Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;        15
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
  Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
    Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
  Steady thy laden head across a brook;        20
  Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
    Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
3.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
  Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,        25
  And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
  Among the river sallows, borne aloft
    Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;        30
  Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
  The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
    And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

Saturday, October 27, 2012

void

Photo by me.
Wearing Pegabo boots, Silks tights, BCBG dress, Line from Holt Renfrew leather jacket, H&M hat, necklace from Ebay. 


Photo by me.

Photo by me.


Photo by my dad.


Photo by my dad.


Photo by my dad.


Photo by my dad.


Photo by my dad.

Photo by my dad.

This was my prom dress back when I was finishing high school and anticipating university. I remember that I was very anti-prom. I didn't really like that many people at my school as I was considered "un-cool" and "weird" since I didn't fit the norms of the typical "pretty, preppy high school girl". I sincerely contemplated not going to prom, especially because I couldn't afford one of those super expensive dresses, and I certainly wasn't going to ask my parents to shovel out their hard earned money to pay for something I'd only wear once (although knowing my parents they would do anything for me). Besides, everything appeared so "usual" to me. I knew that if I went and paid $300 for my dress, there would probably be at least once other girl in the same dress or at least the same colour. The day I found this dress I was on a rant about never going to prom, and then the dress appeared as if from some dream. The perfect dress. Unique. Only $50 marked down from $520. Silk. It was love at first sight, and I bought it at BCBG which is just utterly and completely astonishing.
I didn't enjoy prom so much, and whenever I put this dress on to prance around my house I'm never filled with memories of prom. Most of my clothes hold special memories or at least remembrances of times past, but this dress appears almost like a void, empty and meaningless. Hopefully some day I can provide this lovely piece of art with a heartwarming event, so that when it's warm it'll remind me of the fondest of moments.

Thursday, October 25, 2012

you in that dress

Vintage dress. Silks tights. Pegabo boots.









Photo by me.


Photo by me.



Photos, unless indicated otherwise, are taken by my dad.

Have you ever walked through the woods on a crisp fall day? Have you ever listened to the brook making its way across rocks embedded into the hardening ground? Have you ever heard the cries of the dead leaves when humans and rodents cross their open graves?
Autumn always feels like a time to think about life, the decisions I'm making, the places I want to be, the people I want to meet, and the endless spiel of related things. As October nears its end and the weather gets colder with each passing day, I find myself in a constant daze of reflection. I keep picturing myself 3 years ago starting university, and now I'm preparing myself to leave this "safe haven" for a world that I know nothing about. Even though I'm applying to grad schools which mean more schooling, one of my applications is going to be sent off to a city far far away from home, and as scary as it is to think of my life turning into a whirlwind of emotion for the next few months, it's also incredibly exciting to think that I'm finally taking my first few steps to true independence. I'm one of those people that take otherwise insignificant moments in life and turn them into big events. The licking of a postage stamp to send off a postcard to Canada from Paris during the summer was a beautiful moment, so I'm sure you can imagine the thrill I experienced when I emailed for reference letters, and when I began to fill out my applications. I'm going to treasure every moment along this application process. As the leaves fall from the branches, and the cold winds begin to seep through my body, I'll keep reflecting about my life and how it too is like the changing of the seasons.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

the thing to remember about fathers is, they’re men

Wearing a vintage sweater and skirt, Pegabo boots, Silks tights, Essie Forever Yummy nail polish.

















All the photos above are by my Dad.
Photo by me.

Last Saturday my dad and I had a really great time taking some photos out in the woods. I had set my mind on doing a photoshoot, but because my mom didn't want me to go out to the woods alone I invested the help of my dad. We worked together really well, especially since we conducted switch offs. I would take photos with my self-timer and tripod (these are being submitted somewhere, so unfortunately until I receive a reply back whether or not they will be chosen, I cannot post them here), and then he would take over and take photos for me that I just couldn't take by myself (these will be posted over the coming week).
I love spending time with my dad. With the busyness of school and growing up, I hardly have moments to spare to spend some quality time together. I find it incredibly beautiful that my blog somehow draws us together. My dad is very proud of my blogging and my YouTubing, and he's always willing to support me in my endeavours; whether that may be taking a few photos for me when need be or spending hours on Ebay searching for studio lights because I declared that that is my latest need. I really enjoy being able to bond with him creatively, especially because he has an incredible eye and over the past few years he's definitely become one of the very few people who know exactly how I like my outfit photos taken. Whenever I'm too lazy to lug out my tripod or I don't have enough time, my dad is willing to step in to help keep my blog going. Thanks dad!

Also if you want to check out the poem that my blog title references, check it out HERE. I first heard this poem in grade 9 English and it's been one of my favourites ever since.

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