Monthly Archives: August 2011

casual tuesday

Every day is a casual day now that I’m unemployed self-employed.


Xhileration for Target striped cami, Forever 21 sailor shorts, H&M Divided leopard cardi, KISS sunglasses, Mossimo for Target canvas lace-ups, Camputee Press tote bag.

I run a lot of errands during the day these days so I’m loving my big tote bag from Camputee Press, which can hold packages to ship out, my laptop, Wacom tablet, camera, wallet, cell phone, and a change of clothes — basically my whole life.  It’s pretty much the perfect tote.

Also, I got some bangs…


It’s not a huge change, but it still feels really different to me after my hair just hung there for so long.  I just went to Supercuts, and I only had to fix it a little bit when I got home, so I consider this haircut a success.  I really like having bangs again.

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never comin back

Items from Etsy for when you feel like lighting a candle and reading Ham on Rye

1.) Abject Birth “Valley Of The Dolls” t-shirt, 2.) Burger & Friends vintage deadstock Minnie sunglasses, 3.) Mass Media “I Didn’t Go To Work Today” patch, 4.) Sleazy Seagull Bukowski t-shirt, 5.) Retro Stash vintage patch, 6.) Tizzalicious mushroom studs, 7.) Maggie’s Farm vintage midi skirt, 8.) Vegas Rebel distressed leather flask, 9.) My Little Fisheye Shop lighter necklace, 10.) My Little Fisheye Shop studded friendship bracelet, 11.) Peaceblossom Candles skull candle.

Man, even when I’m feeling moody it looks like a Valentine.

desperate living

I’m forever on a John Waters kick, so here’s my homage to Baltimore’s reigning king of filth:

1.) Twisted Mind of Mine “King Cry Baby” hairbow, 2.) Hippie Speedball “Where Do These People Come From?” 2.25″ pinback button, 3.) Spool No. 72 “Collegiate” cardigan, 4.) John Paul Gaultier perfume, 5.) Sleazy Seagull Divine Wanted Poster t-shirt, 6.) Made By Lauren “Simply Divine” watercolor portrait, 7.) Modcloth “So Animated” skirt, 8.) Modcloth “Va Va Voluminous” petticoat, 9.) Bordello genie heels (AKA cha-cha heels!), 10.) Ballyhoo Jewelry Pink Flamingos ring.

seattle soundfest

I had such a killer time at Seattle Soundfest!  Four nights of playing shows, drinking beers, seeing bands, meeting amazing new people, and nonstop partying!  I rented a house with my band (Cunt Sparrer) and my friends in Bad Cop/Bad Cop, and it was definitely a weekend to remember.

Cunt Sparrer played at the Funhouse on Friday night (the following four photos by Shawn with the Sunbreak):



The Cro-Mags fucking killed it.  One of the most brutal shows I’ve ever seen in my life.

It will take me several days to recover.

i might be four years old

Isn’t it awkward when you’re dressed almost exactly the same as a four-year-old girl at the pharmacy?  Something tells me I should take that as a sign — a sign this outfit is totally awesome!

Topshop dress, Funtasma saddle shoes, Forever 21 cardigan.

This jersey dress from Topshop is so easy to throw on; the detail in the back makes it look fancier than it feels to wear it.  Add some red lipstick — instant outfit.

The best part, though, is my handmade wild eyeball bracelets:

These are for sale in my Etsy shop, but I love them so much I kind of want to keep them for myself.  I definitely have to go back and get more of these insane glass beads.

going against type

Over the weekend my roommate Farron and I went to the Power of the Riff, a heavy metal fest at the Echoplex in L.A.  While we were watching Eyehategod, a friend of a friend turned to me and asked me who Farron and I were there to see.  “Mainly these guys and Pentagram,” I said.  He gave my outfit — black cutoffs, loose gray sweater, leopard wedges, ankle socks, glasses and a tangle of silver necklaces — a once-over and responded, “You don’t look the type.”

“I get that a lot,” I said.

Farron (who was wearing, for the record, a black miniskirt, Blood Is The New Black tank, drapey gray cardigan and Dolce Vita ankle boots) also gets this a lot.  So do a lot of my other friends.  No matter what we’re doing, I guess we don’t quite look the part.  Farron and I talked about it on the drive home, and she said, “If I looked like what I was into, it would be the most ridiculous mix of hip-hop and heavy metal.”  I know what she means — if I dressed like what I was into, it would look like the Electric Chair punk store in Huntington had thrown up on me and then flung a handful of ’80s metal tees and some cute bows on my thrashed carcass.  It’s much more fun — and aesthetically pleasing — to keep people guessing.

I didn’t always feel this way.  When I was in my teens and even my early twenties, I really struggled with my image and how I projected myself and my interests and values to the world.  From goth to hardcore to punk to heavy metal, my style from 14 to 21 ran the gamut as I hunted for the aesthetic that I thought represented me.  I wanted people to look at me and know how cool I was, that I was into cool things, I wanted people to see my clothes and know what I was about and either approach or keep their distance accordingly.  Honestly, though, whatever I put on my body, I always felt like I was posing a little bit, like the clothes I was wearing were more of a costume, an idea of how I wanted to see myself rather than an accurate representation of me.  I would plan my outfits meticulously, trying desperately to get it right, then I’d show up wherever I was going and realize a hundred other girls had pulled it off way better and seemingly with way less effort.

It was a combination of my first “real” office job (the one I just got fired from, incidentally) and general maturing that brought me around.  When I started working in a business casual environment, I thought I had to put my aesthetic values on hold from eight to five.  At the time I had facial piercings and a shock of snow-white K.K. Downing hair, and every morning for the first few months I would take out my piercings, smooth back my ponytail, apply minimal eye makeup, and select one of five specially purchased demure and wholly boring tattoo-concealing dresses from my closet for the workday.

If trying to come to terms with my clothing choices outside the office had at times been a struggle, then this point in my life was probably when I was most unhappy with my personal style.  I felt like I was sacrificing my fundamental values every time I buttoned up another boring shirtdress, and it pained me to run into hip friends on my lunch breaks when I felt less stylish than Maggie Gyllenhaal at the beginning of Secretary.  I wanted to shout, “This isn’t really what I look like!” every time someone glanced at me.

Clearly, I was really insecure with myself, as young women at 20 are wont to be.  I valued myself based on my appearance, but I wasn’t happy with my appearance, and between my “work life” and my “real life,” I couldn’t find that satisfying medium.  Eventually, though, I think I just grew up a little, and started to hold my personality in higher regard than my physical attributes and my wardrobe (though of course I was and am still obsessed with both those things as well).  I made the decision to stop buying “office clothes” and to only purchase items that I would wear outside work as well as inside.  I adjusted my aesthetic and came to the realization that I could play with one style in the office and another off the clock without sacrificing my personal aesthetic in either regard.  I started looking at office dressing as playing dress-up — pulling together retro-feeling secretary looks involving pencil skirts and super-high heels made me feel better about myself, and I felt more efficient and professional, which I really think made me more efficient and professional.

Outside work I was applying this philosophy to my style as well.  I stopped dressing for other people and just started wearing the things that made me smile — a stupid sweater with a sheep knitted on it, a hot pink wool pencil skirt, silver patent platform Mary Janes.  I started developing an aesthetic based on my personality, rather than just my musical taste.  It was the birth of my “cartoon style” concept, which I’ve stuck to to this day (and which you can see has expanded into Cartoon Heart).  The way I dress now is a representation of who I am as a human being: quirky, edgy, funny, kinda geeky, a little girly but also a little rough-and-tumble.  I’ve learned to incorporate everything that inspires me, from punk rock and heavy metal to my childhood in Northern Arizona and my favorite Michael Chabon novel, into the way I put my outfits together, and now more than ever I feel confident and satisfied with my aesthetic.  It may not tell everyone everything I’m into, but it says something about me.

When I was younger, it stung when people told me I “didn’t look punk” or “didn’t look metal” or what have you.  These days when people tell me I don’t look the way they think I ought to, I take it as a compliment.  I don’t look like those things because I’m not any of those things, but I know I’m also all of those things at once, and a lot more, too.

appetite for deconstruction

So here’s the finished product:

I hand-thrashed a bunch of local athletics tees I picked up at area thrift stores — they’re all shredded, studded, burned out and some even have hand embroidery.  I’m pretty obsessed with how they’re turning out.  This one was my first try, and I love it so much I’m keeping it.  What I love about these hand-thrashed t-shirts is how easy they are: you throw them on with jeans and you’re done, but because the shirts are so meticulously detailed it looks like you actually put thought into your outfit. I’m calling this vibe “lazy edgy” and it’s what I’m about right now.

I have a few other ones for sale in my Etsy shop, HiPPiE SPEEDBALL:

I’m working on more that are totally sick too!