Sunday, March 29, 2009

inspiration stikes at 61st and madison

Yesterday, I had the privilege of spending the most lovely, blissful 4 hours shopping at Barney's in New York. I went with the intent of buying a dress and leaving right after, but after I found my dress (more on that later) I found myself wandering aimlessly through the 9 floors of the store.
I don't know whether it was the impeccable clothes, the excess of beautiful people, or just the quiet pride of the whole place, but I felt as if I was on a different planet (a eutopia, if you will). The whole store was so quiet, orderly, and perfect. I walked silently for the whole time, gazing at racks upon racks of Lanvin, Chloé, Prada, Chanel, Armani, etc, and was able to lose myself in the clothes in a way I haven't been able to lose myself in a very long time. And although the clothes were impeccable, I think the best part of the day was that I was reminded of the reason I love fashion so much. The reason, the real reason, that was buried in the back of my mind under my daily musings of 'who did the best romper this season', or 'who's couture gown was too elaborate for these economic times'. Spending a day in Barney's reminded me that yes, most fashion is beautiful and yes, the industry is glamorous, but it's also so much more than what meets the eye.
It allows people to transform.
It really hit me when I was standing next to a 6'2 blonde supermodel-type-girl, and we were both silently staring at this Laila Azhar dress. Now I know this is a blog (so if you are reading this you probably don't know me) but just to give you an idea, I'm a 5'5, size 6, teenage girl from the Princeton area. Needless to say, I do not look like a supermodel, and I certainly don't have much in common with many of them. But in that moment, me and this stunning girl both wanted to be transformed into That Girl in the Laila Azhar dress. It was such a reminder that fashion is for anyone and everyone with an imagination, that core of it is something no price tag can limit or magazine can dictate. And so I'd like to thank Barney's for reminding me of why I love this industry, and why I want to do this for the rest of my life. I want to be surrounded with people who have imaginations just as big as I do, and who can appreciate these wearable pieces of artwork; artwork that inspires people to be whoever they want to be. Because that, ladies and gentlemen, is a beautiful thing.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

bandage my heart, baby

nothing to write about today except an unexplicable lust for herve léger bandage dresses.
think it might have something to do with blair waldorf bangin' one out on gossip girl last night. or maybe it's more of losing 5 pounds in the right places and wanting revenge on an ex?
whatever the cause, i want one and i want it who wants to lend me $2000?
mmm. yummy.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

tears of a clown

I went to the opera for the first time on Thursday and saw Cavalierria Rusticana/Pagliacci. It was amazing. I went expecting to appreciate, but not necessarily love it. Instead, I ended up walking out in tears. Pagliacci hit me especially hard; I'm pretty sure I felt my heart break as he sang Vesti La Guibba. The juxtaposition of a clown and the ironic cruelty of having to ridicule losing the love of his life to another in a public performance...the painted smile, the tears drawn onto his face...whew. I never would have expected this, but sometimes its the least predictable things that hit you the hardest, right? Just admire.

"Laugh, Pagliaccio, so the crowd will cheer!
Turn your distress and tears into jest,
your pain and sobbing into a funny face - Ah!
Laugh, Pagliaccio,
at your broken love!
Laugh at the grief that poisons your heart!"

And that's just the translation. Unbelievable. I will definitely be returning.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

the art of decluttering

Today, I tore apart my room and pretty much feng shui-ed the shit out of it. Had some excellent finds like a long lost blumarine scarf, pink tights, and about, oh, 400 zillion bobby pins. it's the little things in life, haha. Also my new resolution is to stop drinking so much diet coke because I found empty cans like hidden all over the place... awesome. But anyway i got rid of anything and everything that reminded me of the past, sheets and pillows included. Nothing like a little bit of catharsis on a tuesday afternoon, hmm?
(also secretly i feel kinda like eminem cause i'm cleanin' out my closet and all.)

Monday, March 16, 2009

it's britney, bitch!

hot bitch of the week: britney
i made a discovery today, and it is that everyone on planet united states knows britney. seriously, no exaggerations. everyone. whether you think she is 100% fluff or you have posters glued to your wall of her, you can't deny that the girl is a bona fide superstar. i went to her concert on saturday and was so blown away by the performance- my inner 6 year old was going ape. we're talking fire, knife throwing, acrobats, cages, you NAME it, britney did it&then some. what makes it even better is that homegirl is a survivor, and not only is she doing better, she's back on top of the world. so, in short, that's why ms. britney spears is my official hot bitch nomination of the week. recognize.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

scintillating on a sunday

first blog post; 21st century, here i come!
in my first step into the modern world (haha, as if), i think it's fitting to talk about scintillation. it's been on my mind recently, and also, it's the title of this blog so i feel like i should give a little explanation. i chose the verb "to scintillate" as the title because, however cliché this is, i'm in the process of rejuvenating myself. this isn't exactly a glamorous or easy task, and i'm discovering a lot of things that are not so great. for instance, i eat when i don't allow myself to feel anything. i eat a lot. i can be really condescending, and i like being messy for no particular reason. i'm too much of a pacifist, i don't always stay true to my beliefs, and i tend to procrastinate on everything. but in the process of picking out all my flaws, i discovered this little glimmer. it's this little glimmer that got buried a while ago under a self-imposed façade of "typical suburban teenager." anyway, it's a scintillation, if you will. it's that little natural twinkle that for the last 4 years i have suppressed in an attempt to become more suave, more jaded. for the last 4 years, it's been the twinkle that i only let light up during a first kiss, when the wheels of an airplane touch down in a foreign country, or when someone says exactly how they feel about me. it's the little light that i only let show when my favorite song comes on the radio, or when i get a handwritten letter. it's the one that i only let come out in pure moments of ecstasy, or even in pure moments of agony. and now i want to change that. i want to take my little scintillation and fuel it with good things, and so it becomes a constant fire. i want a spark within me that can't be put out anyone or anything. i want to be fierce! so i decided to start a blog about things that fuel me- that make me happy, sad, whatever. a blog about things that put that little twinkle in my eye.

twinkle, twinkle, little star...
good night!