Fashion is danger!

Today I'm just gonna sit back and let Bret and Jemaine make the funny for me. La la la...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4G5m94A1jDg

Fur rant

Fur. There, I said it. What kind of fashion blogger would I be not to have something to say about fur? It's all soft and warm and fluffy like animals, but obvs this is no reason to wear it. If you wear fur you are wearing a big hairy sign that says "Yay! Someone clubbed a fur seal to death for me!!" And don't tell me that secondhand fur is ok. Vintage fur is the same amount of unacceptable, just older. Although, if you want to tell the world that you are a meanie with lots of cash, then go ahead. Fur smacks of money - it’s neither subtle nor classy.

I think that if you happily eat steaks and cheeseburgers and bacon then you have no business being squeamish about chicken's feet and brisket and monkey brains. Which is why this bag is so awesome! It speaks a truth rarely found in the fashion world. Let’s stop pretending that meat and fur and animals are different things and grab your Chanel meat handbag!

Barbie attacked by crazed birds

Love.



Kind of like Suzy Bubble with her black crow fascinator. Too cool.

Diana is in the news again!

This just in: Diana's favourite dress was... kinda hideous! She wore it on her visits to meet sick kids in hospital and they loved the bright colours. Diana called it her 'caring dress'. It is so sweet that she braved media scorn to make children happy.

The media hated the dress, of course. But then, the media was not exactly on her side, as we know from the fact that she is dead.

OMG! Blah Girls vid is totes cute!

I totes wanna rate things 'hot' or 'homeless' too.

Exercise your right to vote this year!

Well, go on, you heard my t-shirt.

Style icon: Religious ladies from the 19th Century

Here's a lovely accessory that popped up on Craft the other day: a Reversible Folkloric Felt Bonnet. A bonnet!


The regular reader(s?) of my blog will know that I am very interested in ironic fashions and I love referencing things that are deeply uncool, hence my penchant for librarian chic, etc. For some reason when I think of folksy fashion I think of Chloe Sevingny, who everyone loves and knows is the indie style queen sans equal - maybe the folk thing is because of her recent-ish role in Big Love, although she's obviously a New York gal all over, so who knows how my mind is making these connections. My point is, if Chloe Sevigny is wearing a pastel-coloured, high-necked, long-sleeved, ruffly blouse made by a little old seamstress in a teeny tiny town in Utah then...uh.... so can you?? oh forget it.

These modest dresses and freaky 19th century undies for the conservative Mormon in your life are being sold without irony all over the Internets right now, although my sources are unable to verify if anyone is actually buying them.


It all seems a bit too matchy-matchy - where's the individuality? Oh, right, of course. I am quite partial to maxi dresses, but I think this takes it a bit far. And ladies, let me dispel a myth for you: brushing your hair a hundred times won't make it healthy, and just because it's long doesn't mean it's pretty. Sorry, but I had to say it.

The beauty in simple things

(Existentialist poem about the economy)

Too broke to shop, what's a gal to do?
The economy is stumbling
on its proverbial high heels, and
it might fall.
Like in this video!
Fashion imitating life.
Je suis perdue...

Beauty tip #4 - Threading

This is an actual traditional Indian beauty practice for removing body hair, and not one of my made-up beauty tips. It has several advantages over other methods of hair removal like waxing and tweezing in that it is 1) fast, 2) cheap, and 3) even more painful. Fun! No amount of Bonjela can ever prevent or relieve this particular burning stinging pain. And speaking of burning stinging pain, there's that other traditional Indian beauty tip, the madras curry. For.. slimming and cleansing..?

Sassy redheads

Thanks to the magical internets I have been able to nourish my obsession with the show Mad Men: the women, the men, the gender roles, the fashion! I am especially partial to Joan Holloway, the sassy redhead, intimidating in both body and attitude. Some sartorial advice from Miss Holloway:

"Try to stay away from pattern prints. Stick with solid colors. Your mother wears pattern prints, not you."

Meow! Ooh and here's another gem:

"You’re not much. Enjoy the attention while it lasts."

Missing socks

This image fits my extremely vague criteria for relating to fashion, and I have no other ideas today. It's kind of appropriate, missing socks and everything. From A Softer World.

50 years of... peace?

It's the anniversary of the peace sign! It was created by British artist Gerald Holtom for the Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament (CND) in 1958, and paraded around in a London peace march, and then on everything else since. Says its creator:

"I was in despair. Deep despair. I drew myself: the representative of an individual in despair, with hands palm outstretched outwards and downwards in the manner of Goya's peasant before the firing squad. I formalised the drawing into a line and put a circle round it."

Isn't that beautiful? Cut to 50 years later: we know the planet is messed up, we want to spread love and peace, and that's why we express our deep emotions with 4.8 carats of round-cut diamonds set into platinum, in the form of the Tiffany pendant for $6,650 NZD! Hmmmm... now something about that just ain't right. Blood Diamond, anyone?? Why not throw in a gold wedding ring produced with environmentally unsound practices - nothing says love like water pollution and slave labour!

This is exactly the kind of consumerist nonsense that I have come to expect from humans today. Other examples include: really flash yoga gear (to make the other people in your yoga class jealous while you reach a Zen state and look HOT and RICH all at the same time!) and antioxidant-rich organically grown acai berries from the Brazilian rainforest, flown directly to you, the consumer for the benefit of your valuable self. (Hypocritical, much?)

Is it a skirt? Is it a flower?

I'm not gonna be one of those bloggers who says boring things like "Sorry I have not blogged much lately, blah blah blah". People are probably glad that I've shut the hell up for a month. There are 50 million other blogs on the Internets, read something else! A selection of cool blogs and websites is on your right there. Meanwhile, look at this lovely picture of a skirt-flower. Thanks, Anyways.

Wear your brains on your chest!

Why are there so few women working in science? Why do so few girls in high school choose to study science? The answer? I don't know. I didn't enjoy science at school, or school, either. I am female. What does this all mean? Is there a way for those of us who are more micro mini than microscope to make up for this massive under-representation? Can fashion answer my questions? Yes. Fashion can do all that. And the answer is: science t-shirts. See what science can do! Science rocks out on guitar! Science blows shit up! Science is totally for girls.

The future of fashion

Oh ho ho ho!

Did anyone see the movie Jumper? Me neither. I might have seen it if it really was about a jumper, of the knitted and reindeer-adorned kind, but it wasn't. It's July, it's winter, so get in the upside-down festive spirit and check out these photoshopped movie posters. You will not be disappointed.

Future chic

The future is looking rosy for people who have a hard time deciding what to wear every single day of their life. Every day we have to choose and coordinate a combination of hat, coat, jacket, hair do, make-up, underwear, t-shirts, shirts, vests, jumpers, scarves, trousers, jeans, skirts, shorts, stockings, tights, socks, leg-warmers and shoes. And accessories! Mon dieu! I mean, why isn't there a kind of uniform for people who don't wear uniforms? When will we find the perfect outfit for all time? The catch-all outfit solution of the future: space suit and boots. Every day. And not just if you work in space - this outfit wants to be worn on Earth too.

Evidently the women's movement hasn't reached the future, but at least you'll be able to look like an astronaut while you're making the moon a cleaner place.

Hair do's and hair don'ts. Or, beauty tip #4

I had my hair coloured and styled the other day and I just love it! My hairdresser is brilliant and the shampoo girl does the best head massages ever, it's such a treat. You know, because I'm worth it and shit. The photo you see here was taken today, the third day after doing the 'do. The last time I went to the hairdresser I foolishly tried to preserve the style for the whole greasy week, so enamoured was I.

I have since learned that there is a three-sleep maximum for hair-do preservation. Just three short days and then it's time to lather, rinse and repeat. Trust me on this. I'm doing the research so you don't have to! Because you're welcome.

My new blog

Hi fans! I made a new blog, Roller Derby Librarian, wot you can check out here. I'll still do Style Blag, natch. I haven't been posting lots of pics of yours truly lately cos I have a small camera problem, in that I don't have one. Hope to remedy that soon. Stay tuned for the ch-ch-changes.

Safety first!

Sometimes you need to put safety ahead of looking fabulous. Like, sensibly deciding to wear trainers instead of 8-inch stilettos to walk to the dairy: safety first! Mr Lagerfeld agrees. "It's yellow, it's ugly, it doesn't go with anything. But it could save your life." So when you next decide to give your driver the night off and take your car for a spin down a lonely country road, and you break down/ get a flat tyre: put on a safety vest before you attempt to fix said car/ change said tyre. In your tuxedo. With sunglasses on. At night. Remember to leave all your lights on and walk way down the road while the car battery drains. Aaah, fashion people: know their warps from their wefts, can't change a tyre. I'm on the edge of my seat waiting for the ad where Jean Paul Gaultier wears a library monitor badge and reminds us all to use a bookmark instead of folding the pages back.