Would you come to my Factory?

Smack, smack, SMACK! THWACK! That's the sound of me slapping big labels - trampling our divine bodies like many crawly advertising people suck suck sucking at our skin. I hear them, slurp, slurp, slurp, aaah. And we pay for the privilege! But why not pay myself for the privilege?

A sucking leechoid at my own skin?! Shamelessly promoting me, moi, myself, my lonesomeness, my fabulousness, yes!! Why not? Shy exterior hides vampire-bat-like tendencies, although I look like I just rolled out of bed, which I had almost done, except for staggering to a local cafe (carefully in my platform shoes) as no milk in house, for one very weak brown liquid poured down my gullet (coffee) and a solid thingy I chewed on, which had various flavours and I had to pay for and crumbed up my journal. Aaaah! This process woke me up a little bit.

This is my Andy Warhol hair. I wish to cultivate (or decultivate) my personality to be like him, saying almost nothing, not moving my lips when I talk, parroting interviewers, looking vacant, smart, and sexy-ugly  - but only when I appear in the media. With my friends and colleagues I shall be a loud, boisterous person with suitably artsy eccentricities, such as spouting poetry at odd moments, drawing on people at random, doing drugs (chocolate) at every opportunity, and painting cardboard boxes. Care to work in my Factory? I'd make movies of you too, sleeping, cleaning your ears, putting bandaids on your corns, and trying to act all normal. I'm sure you'd be schtars, not that you aren't already. 

I don't buy labels for being labels, but I feel great when I snag humongously famous label pieces for less than $10 at the thrift store. I wish Hollister would go away (big label), OR, better yet, that I could duplicate Hollister's brainwashing capabilities as crawly sucking advertising wizard of my own. That's all. (PS I like advertising - without it I wouldn't have discovered Polly Patty, the amazing plastic parrot that chirps back anything you say to it. Act now and get a second one absolutely free.)

Details

• Gap T-shirt (slurp, slurp, slurp), retail, mega-sale, upcycled with my Sharpie and then washed to create very awesome purplish stains everywhere - deliberately. I love that effect. 
• flowy pants, thrifted, down-sized many sizes, ELASTIC WAIST disguised as fashionable, hurrah
• platform sandals, thrifted
• gauzy white cotton shirt, from Athens when I went to my friend's wedding there

This is the most breezy cool outfit, especially for my morning outings before it gets hot hot. And, no, I'm not selling these t-shirts, just my own self.

How's your weekend? If I wear this to Patti's on Monday (not sure if I'll post again), I'll be not moving my lips when I talk to the media, trying to look vacant, smart, and sexy-ugly, and perhaps breaking into poetry at odd moments. I'll bring my movie camera. If I post something elsein the meantime, like something drapey for Anne at Spy Girl, that's a whole 'nother story.

(Ed. note: Yes, I'm linking this up with Visible Monday. Anne's link is in my next post. See you here, there, everywhere.)

(Another note: I am linking this up with Shiny T Tuesday at Jane George's Flight Platform Living, theme, Undeniably Me)

I'm still Groggy!

Bwa-ha-ha- the sun was shining might fierce today. How could my clothes possibly live up to the weather? Definitely some spirography-type pants were required, which I recently downsized, seen here before the change. I added my tuxedo blouse worn under a silk brocade halter top. Then my R coat with a black sleeveless Groggy vest bought on the same outing as the Muppet massacre coat in the previous post. On my feet are ankle boots by Ingledew's, almost new condition, in buttery soft brown leather.

Details

• tuxedo cotton blouse, thrifted
• spirograph pants by Talbots, thrifted, remade
• Ingledew's ankle boots, thrifted, Value Village, $7 (yay!)
• silk brocade halter top with three rear ties (you have to tie it in front and then twist it around)
• R coat, thrifted
• Groggy sleeveless black vest, thrifted, $10
• cool vinyl bag, thrifted. I love it so much it's starting to fall apart.

And what's that around my neck? My street style camera! I dusted off the cobwebs and loaded her with new batteries, so glad I did - I always meet the most cool people doing street photography. If you don't know it, it's here.  

And Tracey Rossignol of Fashion Forward 40 profiled me on her Follow Fashion Friday, March Edition, along with Lynne of The Good Will Hunting Paralegal and Joni at Walking Colors, two bloggers I love! Thanks, Tracey. Bonus - Tracey is based in Vancouver.

That's all for now. Tomorrow is a special day. I'll tell you about it soon... Spring kisses all round.

Pastel-nicotine faux fur

What could be lovelier than a pastel-nicotine faux fur coat with an oversized hood worn with spirograph pants and top?



This look says WAAAKE UPPP!!! I was flashing people all morning in this sensationally googly-eyed ensemble.

Boing, boing, boing, FLASH
Boing, boing, boing, FLASH
Ooo, you naughty!

Details

• dizzy graphic turtleneck, thrifted
• dizzy graphic pants, Talbots, thrifted
• stretch wedge booties, thrifted
• pastel nicotine coat, thrifted
• green beret, gift from sensational Ariane
• black leather belt, thrifted (I should have repositioned it before I took the photo, oh well)
• fingerless gloves, upcycled from Canadian Tire automotive store

The pants are too large - they sit on my hips - but I like that slidey feeling. And they are made by...you'll never guess - Talbots, a somewhat upscale women's retailer. They have some of the most groovetastic clothing cleverly camouflaged within their somewhat sedate shops, not that I shop there - I find what I need in the thrift shops. I've worn the top several times before, my favourite being here.

I shall link this up with Patti's fantastic Visible Monday crowd over at Not Dead Yet Style. I'm lurking, commenting when I can, but your thoughtful, stylish, witty posts give me the energy to get through these busy days. Everyone is incredibly inspiring, I mean that. Thank you so much. Have a fantastic week!

Call me Mr. Talbot

I have finally worn these pants again. They are lightweight but I reason that the extreme gathering pushes these babies into honorary wool. They are Talbots, which is a store I like but never shop at; these I picked up for a couple of bucks at a thrift store. Only about four sizes too big, I sewed two giant darts at the front, hike the pants above my waist, and belt the whole mess. Voila. Miraculously the pockets are still accessible. I'm never one to let size stand in the way of a great feeling.

Details of the outfit:

• Talbots pants, perhaps in rayon, I didn't check, thrifted, gathered like mad
• needlepoint-like vest (there's a proper word, brocade but not shiny), a hand-me-over. This vest was much too big as well so I took in the seams drastically on the sides and top of the shoulders. It's stiff feeling but satisfying
• Zara tuxedo shirt with those weeny horizontal pleats on the top, thrifted (again, there must be a proper word - please teach me if you know!)
• shoes, thrifted. OH MY, I LOVE THESE SHOES. They are an interesting vinyl and they sparkle like sequins but it's just the stamping they did in the texture that makes them reflect light. The heel is covered in off white leather. They feel very, very '30s. 
• wool/cashmere coat, thrifted

Oh mum, look, I'm a man! It's like Coco Chanel had a wicked hangover and pulled on her friend's hideous vest instead of her pearls - at least I was thinking Coco at the time because I love the manly styles she threw together early on. 

And one goofy pose to show that I'm behind all these serious faces.

I am happy to put this outfit on Patti's Visible Monday. It's like a little tea party where everyone can get together and be fabulous. Thank you, Patti!