Damn you Phil!!!

If only I were home right now. I would have made the trip to Punxsutawny, the weather capital of the world,  to visit everyone's favorite groundhog. Unfortunately we will have a long winter, THANKS PHIL, but who could hate that lovable guy? A couple years ago it became a tradition in my house to stick out watching the 4 hour long televised celebration, due to its absolute insanity (i.e. out of sync high school dance troupes and  interviews with the "Inner Circle" which includes members with the titles of "Stump Warden" and "Thunder Conductor"). Here is a glimpse into some of the festivities, specifically apparel:

 

www.groundhogstuff.com

I'm sure within the next couple months, hipsters everywhere will be sporting this.

Okay, I couldn't do much better than that aside from a rhinestone paw shirt, which I refuse to post.

Another order of business. Go buy new The Magnetic Fields album, Realism. Now (even if Pitchfork only gave it a 6). Favorite tracks include: "You Must Be Out of Your Mind" and "The Dada Polka"

www.stereogum.com

This semester I am taking a Post-war and Contemporary Art History course, regardless if I've only had 2 classes, I feel it is going to be my favorite (Well, Human Sexuality does come close, it's your regular high school sex-ed class, but completely uncensored-- I'm usually bright red the entire time).

What attracts me to art history is not only is it a better version of any history class, but it puts something we see all the time, art, in a true cultural context. When you go to a museum, how long do you stand in front of a painting? What, maybe 30 seconds at most, if it's the Mona Lisa I'll give you 40. Every piece of work and artist has a story, and to have insight to them brings art appreciation to a whole new level. It's funny to think that people go to museums as a recreational activity, but rarely do they know what they are looking at. When people go to, say, a football game, they know exactly what's going on, but at an art museum, even those who have no background can enjoy it.

Fashion is the same, and at an even higher level. Not every day do we face a Fautrier or an Eagles game, but each morning we get dressed. We must face a history regardless if we know it or not. That safari dress you thought was cute at Bloomingdales? Someone didn't just think a khaki dress with buttons down the front would be cute, thank Yves. Everything in your wardrobe was created by someone, some thinker who had an idea and produced it. With our personal aesthetic, we represent someones thoughts. In order to reduce our excessive intake of trends and fast fashion, making an effort to understand the process behind what we wear will help the process to narrow down wardrobes.  Everyone can appreciate fashion, but like art, only until some familiarity with history is achieved can true appreciation occur.

Blogophopic No More!

Herro Prease. It is currently a blizzard here, I think we are supposed to get something like 15 inches of fresh powder (yes. I referred to snow as powder. I have been living with 11 snowboarding obsessed boys for the past 4 months, I guess they have rubbed off on me.) Thank the baby Jesus I was able to fly home yesterday. I'm not sure if I currently have the emotional capacity to spend another day in my dorm eating Aramark food.




Growing up I always envied my brother and other college friends for their, what seemed like, incredibly and unnecessarily long breaks, now I couldn't understand more. I survived my first semester at college, it wasn't easy, but I learned a ton about myself. Now I am home for 5 GLORIOUS WEEKS and I have made it my mission to start and run this blog (ehhh ayyy ayyy ehh ay ehhh, gonna run this blog tonight...oh god finals week has really taken a toll on me.)

I read a bunch of fashion blogs and want to incorporate my favorite parts into mine. Hopefully, if this whole blog project goes as planned I will post opinions, projects, inspiration, photography, food, dressup, reviews (kept to a minimum, I leave that to style.com), my vintage collection, and everything else I love.

Writing a blog seems overwhelming. There are so many things I want to post that I have developed some sort of blogophobia, but I'm going to do this!

Today I woke up bright and early, ready to go to one of my favorite Philadelphia events: The Punk Rock Flea Market, only to realize that the odds of me getting back home were slim due to the pooey weather. Hopefully tomorrow I will be able to leave my house without crawling on the sidewalks to move 5 feet. Since I was up I decided to be somewhat productive and start a sewing project. My mom has a mild obsession with Japan and their sewing culture, which I, too, have developed a taste for. Whenever we go to NYC not only is a stop at Takashimaya imperative, but at this one Japanese bookstore where we pick up some great craft magazines and project books. One of which is this book about recycling t-shirts, sweatshirts, button up shirts, ties, and scarves.



^ This is the cover/the dress I'm attempting to make. There is a minor issue. I cannot read or understand Japanese so I'm relying on diagrams for instructions, which calls for some brain power and patience, most of which I expended during finals. It will be interesting how this turns out.



Here are some more projects from the book. Clearly I anything I attempt to replicate will not be nearly as cool looking as their version, but it's something to do with the ridiculous amount of large and unworn t-shirts commemorating the crazy time I had at Dan's Bar Mitzvah. I will post pictures when I'm done, but now I am going to enjoy the unknown and potentially hilariously horrible SJP movie "Spinning into Butter" with my dad and eat copious amounts of chocolate chips and peanut butter.

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