Gap Teeth

There is a Facebook group called "I Support All Of Kate Moss’ Past, Present, And Future Endeavors".

http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/group.php?gid=2204537622&ref=mf

Among the various inspirational foh-toes of La Mossinator, you will find these gems:

Oh, Marky Mark. Never change.

Both Hepburns combined into one tiny tiny model.

"Oh yes, please, some more champagne. And maybe a little crack cocaine, if you can spare it."

WHAT. THE. AITCH.

I want these pants. For absolute srs.

Ironic, yes? Because she's British and too hopped up on the good ol' crack cocaine to even consider fighting in a war. Shooting someone, yes. Shooting someone systematically...that's a probably not.

Always gotta go with the classics. This is probably the best picture of her ever. Maybe.

Punktacular Kate! I want this hair. It's like Victoria Beckham met Morticia Addams.

This is like my life. Except I don't read in the bathtub. More like on the toilet. Hmm, maybe I've said too much.

Flawless. Possibly as a result of high-contrast lighting and some mild airbrushing, but who cares, really? Flawless.

Oh, and p.s:

THIS IS NOT LA MOSSINATOR. Just saying that if you're going to be a member of the biggest Kate fanclub on the FB, much less post pictures on it, you should at least know what the reason for the biggest Kate fanclub on the FB looks like.

(all pictures from ISAOKMPPFE)

Teeth (not the movie)

(click on the photos for the links)

Big toothy smiles are gorgeous. Basically.

Post-Holiday Jitters

Apologies for the delay in blogging--it's been a random last few weeks.

I'm cleaning my room right now and went through one of my drawers, and look what I found:

A crazy epic vest! My stepgrandparents gave it to me a few Xmases back because they knew I liked 'vintage clothing.' Ironically, it's not vintage at all (it's Yes London if you care to know).

Ostensibly, it's a simple jersey cotton, but a closer look reveals:

It's asymmetrical to the max and has about 80 different fabrics on there: gold plastic-y stuff, brown suede, black wool, lace, what looks like the back of a Velcro strip, velvet, and some itchy blue sparkly stuff around the collar (the main reason I don't wear this that often--the itching drives me nuts).

Not that I'm a snob or anything (LOL JK), but there's a fine line between the seamless blending of fabric and pattern a la Missoni:

from http://www.catwalkqueen.tv/2006/11/get_the_missoni.html

And the "throw everything at the dress form and see what sticks" a la Guadalupe Vidal:from Project RunGay

This vest falls squarely into the latter category.

Closeups on the tickety-tack!

Five different fabrics/threads/patterns!

Random fabric paint! Clashing black/brown! Buttons that don't work!

GOLD. EMBROIDERY.

Strange inside-out darts. Or are they pleats? I CAN'T TELL!

The piece de resistance: a giant motherfucking collage of lace, gold thread, pearls, beads, bows, velvet, wool, the kitchen sink, Angelina Jolie, and Master Chief. (The shiny is the pearls, in case you were too BLINDED BY THE EPIC TACKY).

It looks like Jackson Pollock in 3-D. So classy.

cousin bridesmaid

For my aunt's Christmas wedding. Simple and gorgeous.

Le Masque.

Attempts of mine to be more edgy and bold and gothic in the ways of fashion. Which is difficult when working with nothing but a dingy laptop camera. But ah well. Soon I shall make use of my family's digital camera, for I am home for the holidays!

I've had that fabric lying around for ages, btdubbs. It's fantastically purpley-brown and teal. FANTASTICALLY, I tell you.

HATS.

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I'm a hat person. It's probably not a good addiction. The first picture, one of my fave hats--this ratty old used fedora (still has feathers and everything!!) set me back $25. I know. What the hell. SO EXPENSIVE. I probably could have asked my grandpa for one and gotten it fo' free. Ah well. I get most of them off the street or vintage (the second fedora was off the street--I found its twin in denim for like, a dollar at K-Mart. This one was $10. Gah. New York prices.)

But when I wear it with my fab beige peacoat-esque jacket, I look very film noir. At least that's what one of my filmie friends said. Fedoras are super-fun, even if they are a bit out of style. Only because they're overused. I wear my wool tweed one all the time, because it's old and well-loved. I'll probably show it to my grandpa, who will immediately accept me as his favorite granddaughter.

(P.S. Behind me is my roommate, who is so sartorially fab it's not even close to funny. Someday, I shall get her to take some pictures, and you may all bask in her glory.)

Melissa Haro

From projectrungay.blogspot.com

From Sports Illustrated 2008 I. LOVE. THIS. GIRL. Seriously, I want to be best friends with her and play with her silky brown hair and cuddle with her. Look at her. Before she got typecast as slutty 20-year-old SI model (which will haunt her for the rest of her life) she was a surprisingly versatile (but still slutty) 16-year-old PR model. Look at her in that adorable updated retro chaste silk flowered dress. LOOK AT IT. Now look at her in that whoretastically fabulous pirate girl bikini. Can you even tell it's the same girl? Only barely. She's like Kate Moss with her versatility, only she's tall, dark, and voluptuous. If she ever breaks free of the SI curse, she could have a fantastic career. Honestly, it'd be good to see someone with a really killer bod after all the twiggy china dolls walking the runway for the past five years. GAH! She could be Cindy Crawford. The potential, it burns!! P.S. Look at her creamy, gorgeous skin. Raw as hell, girl!