Wednesday, March 6, 2013

STRENGTH



“My acting tutor said the hardest thing for me was to get angry. I almost broke down in tears when they tried to get me to be angry. I said, ‘I can’t do it, I just can’t do it.’ I keep all of that really bottled up somewhere and I feel unleashing it would be the scariest thing – and to let myself be powerful, sexy, all those things, it’s scary for me." -Emma to Harper's Bazaar




A Little Enlightenment...

'I also learnt that you're not going to fall for the right person untill you really love yourself and feel good about how you are'
-Emma Watson

Thursday, February 21, 2013

A nod to the old elegance...

Diana Vreeland. The majestic goddess of all that was indefinate, incapturable, umeasureable; she who was fashion itself. Rouge up to her ears, up to her hairline! she who spoke in riddles, with those eyes, in that smoke fused voice. Balenciaga, Chanel, Vogue, the Metropolitan... a piano tinkles, swarovski krystals glitter, a cigarette butt dies on a velvet carpet. Unshined shoes are the end of civilisation. Paprikas, peppers, no, thats not right... perhaps a splash of red wine? You are your own creation, darling. Be as interesting and fabulous as you please. I adore artifice.
"Toenails should be painted even when wearing boots. You carry yourself differently"
-Diana Vreeland


"I think your imagination is your reality"
-Diana Vreeland

 
"The body must stay fit. Fit people like themselves much better"
-Diana Vreeland


"Fashion is part of the daily air and changes all the time, with all the events. You can even see the approaching of a revolution in clothes. You can see and feel everything in clothes"
-Diana Vreeland

 

"A girl can do a great deal for herself you know. There is something in the mind... the clothes, the style, even the education!"
-Diana Vreeland 


"I've always loved artifice. The world that we live in is artificial, so why not dramatize and fantasise, the women, the clothes...?"
-Diana Vreeland

 
 

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Rich little princess...


The Clique is possibly the shallowest book that I have ever read... but it bears a certain crude portrayal of opulence and the upper socio economic class which is both fascinating and drool worthy, and I, being a quivering fashion ego, and furthermore, a girl, fulfill an obligation to love this sort of trash. Massie Block is rich, powerful choleric, and beautiful. She is select and exclusive and manipulates her three friends into a loyalty which is borderline OCD (meaning obsessive compulsive, rather than Octavia Country Day, her select private school). In Massie's world, everyone's father is a lawyer or a bureaucrat or a financier, designer labels are as much of a fad as, say, planking, and every girl is in possession of a platinum card. Teen Vogue is a bible, in Technicolor, with stilettoes and feather boas. Home is a rambling estate. Everything and everyone is dressed to impress, each hair in place, not a stray pound or a wrinkle to be seen. Life is a glossy dream.


English Rose...


Emma Watson, a lawyer’s daughter, privately schooled, straight A's, Harvard education... and a multimillion pound career in one of the most successful movie franchises ever. And just as a bonus... she blossomed from a pert faced and bright kid to, by chance or miracle, the perfect movie star physique... complete with cheekbones and perfect symmetry. To make matters worse, she's done it in a classy way, modelling for luxury brands like channel, a rare, high-class commodity. She played Sam, raunchy and troubled, in 'The Perks of a Being Wallflower', elfin and tragic in a red backless dress. She is the new face of Lacombe, she was on the cover of Vogue three days after her eighteenth birthday, she is boundlessly disciplined, athletic, moral... I could go on. Billions of people across the globe are buying into the image of Emma Watson.






Chalk dust, starched cotton, and eyes, eyes, eyes....

'She was the one with the perfect hair'
-Alsion Arngrim

 


She was the wide-eyed beauty, piously good, the perfect prairie girl from Little House. She was the sweeping vixen who kissed little Bobbi from the Brady Bunch, long blonde hair flying. She had the bluest eyes, her saturday night dates were Frank Sinatra Jr and James Dean. Blue denim, sneakers, icecream, prom; American princess.

The Queen of Flowers...

Elle Fanning has Marilyn Monroe's face powder, which her parents bought her at an auction when she was six. She loves vintage clothes. She seems to exhist entirely in a world of ballet, lipstick, feathered hatpins and lace.




Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Dreaming...


I want to be the thinnest, most toned girl. I want to have the most coltish legs, the best cheekbones, the slightest neck, the tiniest wrists, ankles and waist. I want people to look at be a think 'she must be a model'. I want to look gorgeous, stand out from the crowd, dress distinctively.