Alexa Chung is a pretty canonical style role model, and while I enjoy her sense of fashion, I can honestly say that I don’t think I would want to meet her.
In the interviews I’ve seen with her (Yes, I do watch those egregiously back-pat-y fashion industry interviews. I sometimes almost like them 😛 ), she comes off as kind of standoffish and abrasive. Like maybe she’s low key mocking her interviewer.
And as a sensitive snowflake I can’t imagine a more exhausting or upsetting type of conversation.
So I like my Alexa Chung where she is: on my computer screen, with clothing.
And therein lies the difficulty: Alexa Chung wears clothes a lot. At least as much as most of us. So I’m not cataloguing all of Alexa’s outfits, but here’s a mini-selection that I’ve arranged in a way I find aesthetically pleasing for reasons I can’t and/or won’t explain.
And no, Alexa, I don’t think Uggs are coming back. God forbid. Continue reading “Profiles in Style: Alexa Chung”
I was thinking recently about the various books that
I read were read to me in preschool. I remember in particular there being a young man (I think his name was Chris) who would read to us on the universal (or is this only an American thing?) big rug. I think I had a crush on him, or whatever the three or four year old equivalent to that is. There was some wide-eyed admiration, anyway.
Or maybe I only liked him for the stories, toddlers are little mercenaries that way. Continue reading “Pre-K Paperbacks”
Vive le Proletariat!
I wasn’t expecting to like Hell or High Water very much. Just look at the picture- it’s such a very guy movie, with the rugged West, rugged facial hair, guns, and even rugged-er cowboy hats.
But actually I liked it because, despite failing the Bechdel test (and every other female inclusion test) with a resounding plop, it’s super anti-capitalist! Continue reading “Hell or High Water: Movie and Music”
Well, yesterday it all went downhill, but I’m so frustrated and tired with talking about my health that I’m absolutely not going to get into it today.
Instead I’m going to go into books (it’s been a while!), in particular, into the books that inspire or resonate with my personal view of life. Maybe that sounds very woo woo to you, or maybe you know what it’s like to read something and have the feeling that the author is looking at things in the same way you do? Or even in a way you would like to be able to?
I love that feeling of reading a book that feels like an extension of your heart. Continue reading “My Personal Philosophy in Books”
I know I already did this post, but I think I got a bit ahead of myself. And now Ive at last seen all of the big Oscar films (with a few exceptions, which will be detailed below).
And now, your daily update on my health, because I love sharing. I worked too hard yesterday and I’m feeling it today. My throat is worse and I’ve pain in my sinuses. It never ends. I probably won’t be able to make it to Senior Masquerade tomorrow, which is a great sadness, because I have a beautiful mask that I rarely get to wear. Few occasions to wear beautiful masks, unfortunately. And I won’t get to see Lily wearing the mask I bought her in Venice, which is another Great Sadness.
Le sigh. I know I’m not a big one for going out and partying these days, but I would appreciate the choice, you know? And an evening inside is not nearly so nice when you’re sick.
Anyway, onto movies. I watched Shyamalan’s Split last night. Despite the positive reviews I thought it was pretty much poop. I’ve seen all of the big Oscar films now except Fences (I had to read the play in high school with a not very pleasant teacher and I don’t want to re-experience it) and Silence (because I can’t find it anywhere).
So in pink I’m putting the film I think will win, and in purple, the film(s) I want to win. Continue reading “Oscar Nomination Roundup”
SAG is a terrible acronym. But I’m not typing out ‘Studio Actor’s Guild Awards’, no matter how handsome Mahershala Ali looked in his white tux.
Also, thank you Mahershala Ali for completely BLASTING Ryan Gosling out of the water with his Golden Globes white tux (all the La La Land love and fanfare makes me a bit vindictive toward Gosling, I admit it. His part in that film is overrated, the film is overrated, and his white suit is overrated.)
Okay, rant over.
Ali is the only gentleman I’m even going to reference because, as we discovered at the Globes, they tend to be boring as fuuuuuu—-. You get it. This is why we need to normalize a masculine interest in clothing, fashion, and appearance. Mostly so that men who are interested in clothing and beauty are not cruelly treated and can be themselves and surrounded by acceptance, but also so that I can look at more interesting tuxedos.
(And Tituss Burgess also looks fabulous) Continue reading “SAG Awards Red Carpet”
A list can be as short as one item. Which is why I think this list of three (okay, four if you count the less excellent House on Fire) is Very Much A List.
And while I’m feeling rather better today, I’m sticking with this topic because it minimizes the necessity of subjective thinking on my part. Because thinking is, frankly, exhausting. I’ve only fatigue and a sore throat today, so I’m going to classes and returning to ballroom practice. But I vow to do everything (including blogging) half-heartedly and with a minimum of effort.
Here, we have Sia on the one hand and ballroom dance genre samba on the other hand. And in the middle you have some Venn diagram-y overlap in the shape of three great songs and House on Fire, which will henceforth not be mentioned. Continue reading “Sia’s Sambas”