perilous beauty - the sky's the limit

Nina Ricci’s Fall 2009 collection, which was helmed by designer Olivier Theyskens, had a little bit of everything. For example, there were a lot of really exquisite dresses with cinched waists and bulky shoulders, colorful throwback garments, lots and lots of glitter, and even some minor fetishism. 

However, what caught my attention about this collection was the array of ridiculous and horrific heelless shoes that some of us have come to know and hate. New York Magazine had this to say:

"Take a look at the heel-less, stilt-like shoes at Nina Ricci. Fabulously creative, right? The sky-high height combines platform and stilettos, adding about eleven inches to the already leggy models. And the careful detailing makes them even more distinctive (not that the shoes need it) — some feature laces, buckles, rhinestones, and satin. From what we can tell, not one model fell, which proves the theory that heel-less shoes are easy to walk in. Now that's the power of platforms. And gravity."

 

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In all honest opinion, I adore these shoes.  Of course, I've also been known to prance about in 9 inch platform boots at clubs and fashion shows. Hey, when you're 5 feet tall, you need to make it work somehow! Personally I'm a big fan of the plain ones (without the laces) but I can certainly appreciate the aesthetic quality they bring to the table... er... runway.  

Now, if only I could get my hands on a pair! 

newborn artistic fantasies - the delirium of conception

Morning's gone 
Echoes of dawn 
Shaking my soul 
All but done
Delirium
The rain with the cold 
With nowhere to go

(Love destroyed this body figureheads and lies
Have i survived)

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Late night, driving home and it struck me - fuck - its october.  Time flies.

Tossing about several ideas in my brain the last few days.  Going to make a commitment to myself to start writing again, and to start blogging about it. Who knows, maybe someone will find it entertaining on some level.

First things first, I simply must summon the energy to clean of my cluttered room/car/life (or at the very least start on it) tomorrow.  That means clearing out my closet, digging through piles of past issues of Vogue, Elle, Modern Salon... etc etc... That is surely going to occupy near the entirety of tomorrow.  I hope to make enough room to finally go shopping for new clothes.  Now, I know that must seem like the perfectly typical "girl" thing to say, but seriously, I need new clothes.  Work clothes. Play clothes. Whatever clothes. Right now, I have stuff in my closet from high school! Mostly poorly constructed and honestly gaudy crap I begged my mother to buy for me from Hot Topic when I was 15.  Oh, the shame... And my work clothes? More shame. Either much too big for me since I've lost a considerable amount of weight from when they were purchased, or they're splattered and stained with hair color and bleach (yes, I know, I really need to remember to wear an apron when I color hair)

Simply put, I have changed dramatically style wise.  I would hope for the better.  But I have absolutely nothing in my pitiful wardrobe right now that I am particularly excited about. I just need to do a good closet douching and start from scratch.

I hope you enjoy the adventure.  Its going to be interesting.