omg.

best behavior. s/s 08. I love it love it love it.

Ima Robot’s Dynomite.

This is a bookstore in Calcutta, photo via flickr.

Today I have been reading Asimov’s Numbers. It is so unexpectedly charming! I don’t want to go back to school tomorrow. I want a new school please.

Right now my nose can detect the scents of both paint and popcorn in the air of my house. Pretty soon we’re going to paint the living room a rather dark grey-blue. My light blue room will always be my favorite, though. In my opinion, it’s perfect, excluding the closet… which is too small & inconvenient. 

Sometimes I want to throw away most of my posessions and only keep the ones that I love… but I’m afraid that that would be wasteful. Maybe someday I’ll work up the courage.

I also want to bake something lovely, but my oven is broken. That’s probably for the best though, as unhealthiness is something I should not be striving for. Next week I’m going skiing with French & German club. I am looking forward to it so much. Additionally, I have finally begun to use my camera properly, & now I am actually quite familiar with the significance of shutter speed/aperture/flash/lighting…etc. I feel so validated. & also it’s fun.

“I know that you cannot live on hope alone, but without it, life is not worth living. And you…And you…And you…Gotta give em hope.”

Harvey Milk.

I got my drink & my 2-step

These lovely feather-print sneakers are from gargyle.com. I’ve been thinking lately about sneakers… maybe I don’t give them enough credit. And by maybe, I mean definitely. All the rest of the shoes are from Gargyle, Urban Outfitters, or Adidas.

 

miscellaneous

It’s 2009. Happy new year. This might even be my favorite holiday… because it is one where you rely on nobody else to have a good one. New year’s eve, perhaps, calls for some help from other people, but the actual new year is totally up to you! You can make it terrible, not an event at all, or an absolutely lovely fresh start. Of course, there are those who say no to resolutions, claiming that self-improvement should always be occurring, but personally I like the symbolic blank slate the new year creates.

My resolution? As worded perfectly by Susanna, to live passionately & thoughtfully. This includes many little sub-resolutions, such as eating just the right amount of good food, dressing nicely, taking care of my skin, going for more adventures, working harder in school, etc… but mainly boils down to surrounding myself as much as possible with things that I love, things that invigorate & inspire me, as well as things that relax me. Furthermore, I’ll try to eliminate things that make me unhappy, angst-ridden, and unpleasant as much as possible.

Today was a really nice beginning to the year. I got to talk to a couple people who I really like, I wore comfortable clothes that I think look pretty nice (including a new pair of black patent wingtips!), my hair is soft & clean, everything I ate was delicious, I spent time with my adorable 7 & 8-year-old cousins, Anna & Lily… and to top it all off, I’m going to my grandmother’s for dinner in a bit, after which my brother will help me get ready for my debate tournament this weekend. Thrills.

As to other, somewhat new-year-related business… this is good. And eye-opening. And pretty cute.

And I think this picture is pretty symbolic to my 2009-new-year-perspective. I also think I’m going to post some pictures of my own later.

three days to go

Sasha Pivovarova by Hedi Slimane

my two favorites together create lovely results.

untitled

I love this picture. I forget where it’s from.

Christmas is in four days, but for now I have to clean my room.

I’m drinking hot tea, bitch.

I think the lyrics in the title are so funny. Good old Dwayne Carter.

For the past hour or so I’ve been listening to Tha Carter III & knitting an unidentifiable object out of cornflower blue yarn. My knitting needles are the same blue, size 8, & metallic.

Sometimes I think I’d like to live all alone. I wouldn’t thrive maybe, I would be too thin, and I might die a little sooner than I would otherwise, but everything else would be lovely. I’d have a lot of flowers & I’d listen to good music all day (or at least music that makes me feel good), I could play violin really badly without embarrassing myself or annoying everyone to pieces, I could sew satin pants & wear them with sequins without feeling tacky, and I would be best friends with my cat.

I would want big posters of Andre 3000, Lil Wayne, Isabella Blow, Sasha Pivovarova, Kanye West, Miuccia Prada (I feel like this would be difficult to find… but the woman is such a prime inspiration. Whatever. I can just blow up a picture at a copy shop), etc.etc.etc.

In one room of my apartment (it would be an apartment. a whole house is too large & vacant-feeling), I would paint all over the walls. Skeletons would be quite present, as would pretty girls. I’d hang 1000 white paper cranes from the ceiling.

Everything in my house would be white, various shades of grey, black, natural wood, pale aqua, navy blue, eggplant, or lilac. I would love it. I’d have a purple bicycle & keep it inside. I’d have trunks full of intricately-embroidered white quilts to keep me warm. The entire apartment would be a closet, essentially, & I would only have the loveliest clothes. I would have lots of tights & socks, because my feet get cold. I’d teach myself to use a camera well, & I’d take pictures & do math problems for fun, along with lots of other creating.

When I went out to get groceries or whatever, I would wear these lovely clothes. & also a lilac wig & a gold & pearl necklace. Glittery gold eyeliner. Thick black hornrimmed glasses.

Sometimes I think that I am way too arrogant. Why else would I want to live all by myself? Or maybe I’m just shy. I think this is a very probable possibility.

I love tanktops, leggings, & sweaters with elbow pads. I want a pair of black dropcrotch pants.

Lilac really is the loveliest color.

images from lagarconne.com

I’m tired

hedi slimane diary is good to me.