Sunday, March 9, 2014

Write a diary, imagining that you are trying to make an old person jealous

I'm in a period of transition in more than one way. I'm about to turn 17, I'm close to the end of my junior year, and my interests are changing by the minute. The one thing I thought I loved more than anything -- fashion -- no longer captivates  me like it used to, and it's scary. My main source of inspiration has evolved from Burberry S/S'13 to Sofia Coppola movies and desert ghost towns, and I don't even know how long these obsessions will last.
So here's what inspires me as of now.

Natalie Pavloski Nails

Miu Miu F'14 RTW (because I still love fashion a little)

Submarine aesthetic

Stereotypical suburbia

 Pretty places


(I don't know the sources for these pictures)

Wednesday, February 12, 2014


         This weekend I decided check out the Diane Von Furstenberg exhibit at the LACMA entitled "Journey of a Dress". It's a fascinating and beautiful celebration of the 40th anniversary of the wrap dress, an item of clothing that revolutionized women's apparel back in the 70's. What made it really interesting to me was the emphasis on the power of clothing to change the lives and customs of women, which is what attracted me to fashion originally.

        My super crappy photography skills unfortunately fail to capture the beauty of the exhibit, but I hope they at least make you want to check it out yourself!

Brandy Melville top, Urban Outfitters jeans and sunglasses, H&M shoes, thrifted jacket and jewelry

 Although this exhibit does a fantastic job in chronicling the impact of fashion on the lives of women, nothing represents the idea better than this film by Miu Miu.

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Buy n' Large

Over the winter break my family decided to make a very uncharacteristic spontaneous trip to Sedona, Arizona. I'm not going to pretend like being alone with my family for 4 days with only hiking as a pastime was eye-opening and epiphany-inducing, but some of the places we passed on the way there were lovely.

My favorite part of being on the road was getting to see pure, unfiltered America. I grew up in a very multicultural environment: my parents are from Argentina and never fully assimilated, I go to a French school with an almost completely French curriculum, and most of my friends are foreign in one way or another. I only really know English thanks to the extensive amounts of media I have consumed throughout my life. Consequently, I've lived in the heart of Los Angeles my entire life and I don't know the rules of football, I've never been to Wendy's or Wal-Mart, and I have never seen a real life suburb. I know, it's weird.

This road trip satisfied my obsession with an "In Cold Blood" type of americana and a Virgin Suicides/Edward Scissorhands perfect pastel suburbia.

"The suburbs, the final battleground of the American dream, where people get married and have kids and try to scratch out happy lives for themselves."

It does not get any more 'murica than this. I love it.

If this is not the cutest thing you've ever seen, you're lying.

Urban Outfitters jeans, mom's hiking boots, American Vintage flannel, Brandy Melville top, Forever 21 hat

Needless to say, I was feeling very tourist-y, hence the mismatching prints and hiking boots.

P.S. I've discovered that I don't like hiking. It was cold and there was no cell phone reception and the only source of entertainment was my parents (gross, right??).

Sunday, January 5, 2014

#newyear #newme

So it's the new year and people are being gripped by a sudden sense of purpose that will ebb away in the next few weeks until the grocery lists go from "kinoa, kale, and Greek yogurt" back to "hot dog buns, Stouffer's, and string cheese". The temporary obsession with self-betterment will inevitably fade after it becomes overshadowed by this thing called real life.
Somebody mentioned to me at a New Year's party how selfish it was to analyze yourself and what you were feeling. It got me thinking, wondering, freaking out, questioning my life choices, having a mental breakdown, you name it. Yes, I agree, it is self-centered, even conceited to an extent, but isn't it also necessary? As David Foster Wallace put so eloquently in his commencement speech to Kenyon college: "There is no experience you have had that you are not the absolute center of". I'm not saying that we should only think of ourselves, I'm saying that we should look into ourselves as a means of understanding not only us, but also others, and therefore learning how to cope with whatever life throws at you.

And that was my pretentious philosophical pointless rant of the day. Enjoy these pictures of my BFF Ruby modeling my clothes.

Thrifted jacket and dress

Garage sale necklaces

H&M shoes

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

oddly shaped emptiness mapped by what surrounded them

Lately I've been caught between obsessively journaling and analyzing all my teen experiences while simultaneously trying really hard to not take myself too seriously. I'm attempting to maintain a healthy middle ground between what I'm feeling and what outside forces tell me about what I'm feeling. On one hand Morrissey is pushing me to reflect on myself and mope, while my parents ever-logically tell me that I'm "just a teenager" and that "everybody has a rough time in high school so don't be sad". But the difficulty to see yourself with the clarity born of distance while you're experiencing strong emotions for the very first time is often underestimated. I'm guilty of this crime, even though I'm fully aware of its consequences. I often have to remind myself how I felt when I was little and was the only girl in my class without a cell phone before I yell at my brother for complaining about not getting the new PS4 (or whatever the new gadget thingy is these days). It's important to be balanced and thoughtful of these things. I think that not being fully conscious of this is what causes parents to be inconsiderate and condescending to their teens, which sucks a lot.
Teenage bedrooms are a sort of reflection of this struggle in a teen. The bedroom is an effort at once to define oneself while still maintaining some remnants of past personalities, phases, and obsessions. The Virgin Suicides is a prime example of this:

 In this image, the bra on the cross shows the burgeoning adolescence and sexuality of these girls, which is still bound by the rules and marking events of their upbringing. Of course, this is obviously a carefully conceived and thought-out composition. But even in my bedroom, I see examples of this same idea. My baby pictures sit beside printed images of Harry Styles which are covered in part by my posters of punk rock icons. Growing up all shown on the walls of a bedroom. I love it.

Thursday, November 28, 2013

california dreamin' on such a winter's day

It's a known fact that winters in LA aren't what most people would even consider "winter", but the weather slowly dropping from an average of 80 degrees to a freezing 60 is NOT OKAY. Because like, what's a jacket? What are pants??? Rain??!!? This outfit is me trying to keep the summer spirit alive by wearing clothes that do not in any way provide protection from the elements.

LF denim jacket, Madewell dress

Lucky Brand necklace

Shoes from some random boutique in Buenos Aires