Monday , January 4, 2010
Laura Jane's Ultimate Fashion Challenge: Week Six
(background image taken from The Textile Blog).
Day 36 (09.08.08): Sharks vs. Jets t-shirt; hot pink belt; Favorite Jean Shorts; Limbo Monkey sweatshirt; baby pink LA Gears
To answer the age-old question, "What are clothes?"- well, Mi Amigos: these are clothes. And boy, are they ever! These are my kinda clothes.
Really: THIS IS ME! THIS IS WHO I AM! LOOK! IT'S ME! (I am saying that in the voice of Christian Bale in that scene in Velvet Goldmine where he's pointing to Brian Slade on the TV screen).
This is what I like to wear. The whole UFC only came about at all to prevent me from wearing this outfit every day forever! Though I am not really sure why that's such a sin. Oh well! Too late now!
This sweatshirt is called my Limbo Monkey sweatshirt because the monkey looks like he lives in how I imagined limbo would be when I was a little kid. Sometimes, when I am talking to people while wearing this sweatshirt, I wonder if Limbo Monkey is stealing my thunder.
Day 37, Pt. 1 (09.09.08, whenever I woke up until 7 PM): SPIRIT ANIMAL HOUSE DAY (!!!!!): Snoopy in Italy t-shirt; a billion talismans; blue-and-black Spunky leggings; hearts-and-keys headscarf from American Eagle Awesome; Keep company flats
GOOD LUCK CHARM ROUND-UP:
1) Donkey & Green Heart Flammable necklace
2) Power Animal Pin
3) My leggings say Spunky on the bum, which is cool
4) Snoopy
5) Lucky Stars-n-Stripes underwear (they really are lucky! Though I'm not quite sure why)
5) My ring is a Native American chief, who provides me with wisdom
6) John Lennon tattoo
7) Paul McCartney tattoo
8) Kat!
9) Liz!
10) MY ACTUAL SPIRIT ANIMAL, KNICKERBOCKER. He is with me always.
Day 37, Pt. 2 (09.09.08, 7 PM until THE BREAK OF DAWN): SPIRIT ANIMAL HOUSE NIGHT(!!!!!!!!): LJ tank; striped high-waisted shorts; pink eyeshadow
Dude, ME NO KNOW.
My initials are on my shirt. They are the inverse of John Lennon's; did you ever think of that? I did. About a million times.
WHERE'S THE ABSOLUT PEAR AT?
Day 38 (09.10.08): LIVING IN A POST SPIRIT ANIMAL HOUSE-SOCIETY: Ocelot cardigan; Animal Liberation/Human Liberation t-shirt; patchwork jammer shorts from American Eagle Awesome
I've wanted an Animal Liberation/Human Liberation t-shirt since Ad-Rock wore one on the cover of SPIN when I was in ninth grade. My dream finally came true when I found one for sale at a street fair in Toronto's Kensington Market; it was being sold by ARK II, and I was so darned grateful I decided to throw a charity raffle in their honor!
Spirit Animal House is over. My body hurts. Real bad.
Day 39 (09.11.08): Albert Einstein for Texas Instruments t-shirt; black leggings; Chief Skull Vans
I like calling this my Albert Einstein for Texas Instruments t-shirt because it makes it sound like Albert Einstein did a designer diffusion line for Texas Instruments, which he probably would do if he were alive today. Well, after he designed the limited edition Albert Einstein iPhone, I mean.
I was on a bus all night. My body hurts. Real bad.
Day 40.1 (09.12.08, sunrise 'til sunset): GREECE IS THE WORD: Grecian Goddess dress; HMS Piraeus necklace; Thelma Design headband; crapola brownish vest
I have decided to stop wearing my "Laura" necklace every day. I'm over it. I'm not Carrie Freaking Bradshaw. This means I get to replace it with another item that I can wear every day if I so please, which I do (so please). I am choosing the Thelma headband I won in the Spirit Animal House raffle. It would probably be more intelligent for me to choose jeans or something, but oh well- it would also be more boring.
Yo! Where's the Sartorialist when you need him? Well, obviously he's outside some tent in Bryant Park taking pictures of losery Normie-in-Disguise fashion editrixes who only look cool because their outfits cost more than an Ivy League education. But he should probably fly to Toronto, like, NOW, because my outfit, speaking of flying, is fly.
I wore this dress today because it is about as summery as a dress can be, and I definitely would not be a happy camper having to wear it with long johns and Sorel boots come November. My necklace says "HMS PIRAEUS" and comes from a boat that travels across the Mediterranean, or so says Wikipedia at least. This necklace quite obviously has some magical properties under its belt, which I am aware are radiating around my body as I write these very words. And lastly, the vest is a gnarly old thriftoid menswear thing; I wore it a lot back when I was sixteen and fabulous.
I really made the right choice by picking my Thelma headband to be my new "unlimited" item. It's my Spirit Animal. And I'm the Sartorialist's Spirit Animal. Did you know that about me?
Day 40.2 (09.12.08, sunset 'til sunrise): London/Paris/Rome/Dos Palos t-shirt; grey Uniqlo jammer pants
I wore these clothes to a gas station, a liquor store, a drugstore, and while picking up take-out from a Thai restaurant. That makes them an "outfit", and means that I no longer have to deal with the nervous anxiety that stems from wondering when I'm going to get rid of them.
I am thrilled to report that tonight has provided me with the first successful "jumping in an outfit" picture of the entire UFC. SWEET!
I'm going to go eat Thai food now.
Day 41 (09.13.08): A MINORLY LYSERGIC ORPHANTASY: Navy J.Crew city shorts; Josef Albers-y belt; yellow-and-blue polka-dot Oxford; Built By Wendy Gene & Gilda hoody; plaid rainboots
Day 41 marks the long-awaited return of Orphan Chic, a mid-concept sartorial ethos I have explored nowhere near enough since embarking upon this Tragical History Tour we call the Ultimate Fashion Challenge. Speaking of the Beatles, kind of, this outfit (sans-hoody, as sported by mini-Laura on regular-Laura's shoulder) in my opinion calls to mind something Walrus-era George Harrison might have worn, only he probably would've chosen burnt orange bellbottoms rather than these gay little shorts. I wish I was wearing burnt orange bellbottoms.
I wore my Built By Wendy Gene & Gilda hoody close to every day of my Montreal Winter From Hell last year. What a strange and unfamiliar concept that seems to me now! Concept, concept, concept. All I ever talk about is "concept." What a long, strange concept it's been.
PS: Sometimes I also talk about "context." And sometimes- though rarely- I talk about the Beatles. But one thing I NEVER talk about is myself.
Day 42 (09.14.08): Ratty stripey knit dress; plaid rainboots
This is a dress, and I am a girl. Hi! I am a girl wearing a dress. You can call me Dress-Girl.
This dress has a story, though a bit of a boring one. Cara and I bought it together in May of my (and Cara's) freshman year. She was my dorm-mate. We shared it (the dress, as well as the dorm), because we lived together, so it made sense. Our other two dorm-mates were out of town the day we bought this dress. After forking over seven bones apiece, we sat outside on an East Village brownstone stoop and laughed hysterically as we shared hyper-embarrassing anecdotes from our respective teenagerhoods. We were new, and so happy we could Friend Out together, alone in 15C, the big-eyed fashiony ones.
When we bought it, this dress used to be longer, and I wore it backwards a lot, because I preferred a higher neckline. When I moved out of the dorm, I strategically hid it from Cara so that it could be mine. I succeeded. It was, and is. Two summers later, I cut it shorts and wore it over knee-length jean shorts, which seems now like a terrible idea.
I wore it to Princeton, New Jersey, to see Cara's brother dance.
I wore it the day my Chief Skull Vans first came in the mail.
I wore it twice in Montreal.
I wore it once this spring; it was Rubber Soul-chic.
I wore it today.
I changed my mind about some things I said during Week Five. This shit is NOT meaningless. If fashion is meaningless, then so is weather, scent, the entire thesis of my Magnum Opus, and the way you can never forget every last detail of the first night you first-kissed your first love.
I will never be eighteen, eating seaweed, and watching VH1 with Cara again. But my having this dress around- and occasionally wearing it- ensures that I will never, ever forget I once was.
Tags: Albert Einstein, American Eagle Awesome, avant-wack, jammers, John Lennon, Kat & Laura's Sartorialist ambivalence, orphan chic, Spirit Animal House, tees please, Thai food, Ultimate Fashion Challenge, waxing nostalgic
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