I miss Gaga so much. She is the single drive in my distressing and monotonous life who inspires me to live creatively and makes me happy no matter what, even if only for a few minutes. With every photograph, record, outfit, and video, she makes me excited for the future: life as an art, life as an innovation, life as a compassionate being, life as an endless fashion, and life as an illusion without artifice, can be genuine. I can be whoever I want to be with boundless possibilities. She invigorates pop culture with her mere presence—she invigorates me—and without her, I’m simply trudging through my senior year with absolutely no will and a constant grimace on my tired face. School is complete and utter shitpissfuckass nonetheless, but her absence makes all this fuckingfuckholedickcuntbitchfuck even all the more insufferable. I miss her so much. I just need my escapism back.
TODAY WAS A GREAT DAY AND TOMORROW WILL BE EVEN BETTER
MY FAME SAMPLE RAN OUT. SO I GOT ANOTHER ONE FROM A SALESWOMAN.
SO NOW MY LEFT ARM SMELLS LIKE FAME AND MY RIGHT ARM SMELLS LIKE SPICEBOMB. ALKmalskdcmlskdcnlsdkcmlsakdmlakemflkmcalkmc multiple olfactory orgasms just all day long ughhhhhhhhhh. The more I smell Fame, the less sweet and generic it seems than when I first experienced it. I can really smell more of the incense and the tinge of ‘darkness’ that makes it much more addictive than any regular fruity or floral fragrance. AND SPICEBOMB IS SIMPLY IRRESISTIBILE AND MUSKY, I REALLY CAN NOT STOP SMELLING MYSELF.
AND I got V 78 THE YOUTH QUAKE ISSUE, which was supposed to go off sale 08/30, WHICH IT DIDN’T ANNNNDDDD IT’S THE GIVENCHY COVER WHICH IS DA ABSOLUTE BESTEST SHIT AHHHHHHH asdlkfmalsdkcmlawekfjewimdsakm
OH MY GOSH AND GUYS
THIS EXISTS. It’s a collection of photographs shot by Mario Testino selected from his exhibition in Beijing, China, which ran from June 6 - 27, and features bilingual passages written by Graydon Carter, Jennifer Allen, and Patrick Kinmonth. I saw it at the bookstore and it features a stunning lenticular cover of a very tan Gaga shot for her very first V Magazine cover back in Fall 2009. Granted, it’s $69.99. I ALSO SAW A TON OF OTHER BOOKS ON CONTEMPORARY AND MODERN ARTISTS (by Taschen, they’ve got phenomenal book series and collections, I have their set for 100 Contemporary Fashion Designers MUHAHAHA) AND UGHHHHHHH JUST SO MANY EMOTIONS AND I WISH I COULD JUST READ THEM ALLLLLLL.
Wow, I haven’t typed like that in a while. AND THEN TOMORROW I GET TO GO TO THE SILVER LININGS PLAYBOOK SCREENING AND I’M DRESSING UP BECAUSE WHY THE HELL NOT?!?!?!?!?!? ASDLKMASDLKCMAIOWEJFLKDSLKDSJLKJ Ah having the best time.
North Korea’s recent alleviations on some strict laws based on Western influences may seem a bit facetious to those of us in liberal countries—‘women can now wear pants and people can eat pizza and hamburgers and carry cellphones’ I’ve had that freedom since I could remember—but to some extent it’s a downright frightening social repression from a government that is trying to so-called ‘rebrand’ itself. It reminds myself to be grateful for my liberty in Canada, and everyday I’m thankful for my mother’s immigration to Canada, so that I could prosper and lead a better life.
I’ve only been in China for a month, but already the censorship and corruption of this government is too frustrating. I know there a far worse countries at war and in poverty, and I can only imagine how terrifying it must be to live in those conditions, no matter what country you reside, but I think every individual carries a burden, every nation, every culture, and then humanity struggles together. You should never feel any less important or any more trivial because of this. We all struggle.
I just can’t wait to get back to Canada. Home sweet home.
I saved 40 photos from the Givenchy S/S 2013 show
On average I have about 5 - 10 of a collection. THAT. IS. HOW. OBSESSED. I’ve been about Givenchy lately. I have a total of 122 collection photos simply from A/W 2011 - S/S 2013(for referencing, when I can, you know, afford every single piece for my closet). Tisci’s just a talented italian (go figure, I’m obsessed with another italian) who knows how to work with print. And if there’s anything you need to know about me, it is that I love print. It’s such a simple concept, to plaster another image onto a piece of clothing, but it can be sophisticated, or edgy, or bold, or subtle, and somehow it changes the way we perceive style, and it feels different. It changes the way the clothes feel on our body. It’s not to say that I don’t appreciate precision and excellence or re-inventive tailoring, because I really do. It’s just I’m mostly a giant sucker for simplicity, and I think Tisci, with his menswear and womenswear collections, and prints presently in fashion, are really redefining what it means to be simple, yet ultimately dynamic and luxurious. I must sound like a pretentious load of bullshit, especially coming from someone who hasn’t even touched a piece of high fashion, but I have genuine sense of how fashion can transform you. When I wear what I’m confident in and what I love, I feel braver and like a stronger person. And Tisci may just be changing the way I perceive style and class in fashion.
I WAS SUPPOSED TO GO OUT AND BUY FABRIC DYE AND STUDS AND SPIKES
BUT I FORGOT EVERY DAMN STORE IS CLOSED TODAY. AUGHHHHHHHHHH LFKJSADLKJCCMLKSJMEOIAJREMWOJMLKJDMEKLWJRMLKJ MY PERFECT WEEKEND HAS BEEN RUINEDDDDDDDDD.
Oh well, time to do the laundry and watch movies :D
I WANT TO GO OUT TOMORROW
BUT I HAVEN’T FUCKING FINISHED MY FUCKING HOMEWORK BECAUSE NO, I DIDN’T FUCKING DO IT DURING THE WEEK, BECAUSE I WAS FUCKING RELAXING OKAY SO WHY THE FUCK DO I HAVE TO DO THIS FUCKING WORK WHEN IT IS MY FUCKING BREAK.
That is all.
NO WAIT I’M NOT DONE. FUCK YOU.
Now I’m done. Time to get 5-6 hours of sleep for another few weeks, until SUMMER VACATION! Ah seriously can’t wait, only 3 MORE MONTHS UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, AND THEN I AM FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, CAN’T WAIT ANY LONGER FOR SUMMER VACATION (THIS FUCKING BREAK ISN’T EVEN OVER YET BUT IT MIGHT AS WELL BE, AND I’M ALREADY WAITING FOR MY NEXT BREAK AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH IF YOU CAN’T TELL I’M ALREADY GOING MENTALLY INSANE LDKJSDLKJSDLKCDMLCKjsDMLIejmfeiSADASCKCSLMSDLKJ AHHHHHHH)
EW AND THEN I HAVE SENIOR YEAR AFTER THOSE 2 MONTHS OF FREEDOM. EWWWWWWWW SHUT UP, YOU KNOW WHAT SLADKFJSLDKJDMKCJSDLKSJNRFKLNJEFIUEWMOFWELKFJ<ASDLKFJMASDLKJFMIOERUFMOQI$UFN#OI$UQFMLKJFMLKASDJ<LKSJACLMKADMSIOEMWOFIU#N*u4fm8qu340,f0ueofu3480fu,iumfLKSADFIJEMFERNLDKJCNLKJDMVLKERJ<ICFMWU$<PMU$C#$QM)(CMEWIF<(#QF)(IM#Q$(IF:LKFMCLQ:K
I unpacked my backpack of all my homework
and I’m already tired. Haven’t even started trying to do my work, AND I’M ALREADY TIRED. HOMEWORK IS CURSED I TELL YOU.
I really want to work at the movie theatre.
And then save up a shitload of money.
Psssst, and then spend it all like there’s no tomorrow.
And of course save some, but… dlfkjcieoimfwqsn i just want to be shallow and materialistic and wallow in superficial things OKAY?!