A GIF that I made of one of my wicker baskets
Hi hi hi hi hi. I'm off from school for Memorial Day, so I have time to browse the Internet and criticize everything and be snarky while eating pretzels and listening to Bikini Kill.
So...yeah. I'm not going to rant about everything because ranting gets boring after a while and I have pretzels waiting to enter my mouth, but I've noticed something called "pastel grunge" lately. It's basically what would happen if a kawaii monster ate all the cats and lolita-based posts on tumblr and traveled back in time to a Nirvana concert to vomit the mixture all over the place, then took an Instagram picture of it to make it look "retro" or whatever. In an article in the Toronto Standard, Max Mosher says, "Picture a combination of Courtney Love and My Little Pony, and you're most of the way there."
There's just something about it that irks me. I honestly don't know. Maybe it started when I saw someone wearing a shirt with the Nirvana logo with a bunch of kawaii necklaces, and when I asked if she liked Nirvana, she said, "Um, who?" Or maybe it was when I saw someone for the hundredth time with fluorescent hair and some sort of skull somewhere on their outfit. I don't know.
I'm not trying to offend anyone, so if you read this and said, "UGH, so offensive! You suck!" then I apologize. I'm probably contradicting myself because I've had purple hair twice in my lifetime, but I guess my only annoyance comes out of either seeing the same thing every day, or when people wear things of significance to other people without trying to find out the real meaning. I don't know. I have the same problem with Nu Goth (a.k.a. 75% of Lookbook a.k.a what this blogger describes as an "unholy alliance") for the same reasons.
If you haven't stopped reading by now, then good, good. I'm in a weird good mood, both because of the fact that I have no school today, and because the Internet has given me a reason to like it again. Behold, the Holy Grail of fashion/snarkiness:
I spent my entire Sunday going through twenty six pages worth of this stuff from a tumblr called Unknowledgeable Fashionista, which has both memes and screenshots of when people get names and terms in fashion wrong, etc., including the forever cringeworthy "Channel." (seen below)
Anyway. In relation to what I was talking about before (grunge), there is a great article that I read on style.com called "Baby-Doll Dresses Rise to the Occasion" that talks about the revival of the 1990s and the kinderwhore fashion.
Above: Hedi Slimane's revival at Saint Laurent (left), Christoper Kane's (right)
Azzedine Alaïa's, which was superb. I'm in a dot coma.
I have an exciting blogiversary post up later (I know, I know, it's been two days, don't judge me), so...woohoo. I'm bad at ending posts. I'm actually supposed to be editing an article right now, so I should stop procrastinating for once.