two posts in one day is not in fact necessary

I can't resist an outfit post. I've been closely following (internet stalking?) many fantastic blogs - I think I'm up to about 10 daily reads, which is just.too.many - and I want in on the gratuitous self-portrait picture taking action! Luckily, today's a good day to start because I wore my best outfit ever, which is to say that I came home from work and changed pants and that's all I've got.

I don't normally look this mean. Unless you're wearing leopard print.

More specifically, I came home and changed pants, but I didn't feel quite comfortable; so I slapped a skinny boa constrictor waist belt on my midsection. That just felt weird and awkward so I threw on another one and suddenly felt ready to take on my day. Somewhere amidst the hypoxia I realized that I may have a slight fashion addiction.

And now I'm wheezing.

So I made a giant salad with four types of cheese and one type of protein-enriched pasta - and yeah, a new blog. Bite me. And my fashion problem.

And check out my belt detail shots - sweet

I'm all into the green and red - not because I like Christmas all that much but because I think they're actually a fantastic color combo. I hate the rule that says you can't pair them but I follow it anyway; so today, voila, some weird shade of green I can't describe + a desaturated fuschia. You're welcome.

Are your eyes burning?

I realize that in this context, these are both pop colors, but at least it's not frickin' red.

brave new ideally monochromatic world

And here we go, fashion suicide, and on my first day:

1. I hate leopard print.

If you got it going, possibly right now, I probably don't find it repellent. If it's in black and white I probably secretly wish I was wearing it. But almost always, and certainly always for myself, I hate leopard print. On the one occasion that I have worn it, I stepped out my apartment feeling like the queen of the jungle (obv) until I realized that there were five such queens walking along the main street.

One of them was a drag queen.

She wore it best.

This is how you look to me.

 
2. Pop colors (mostly red) are sorely overdone. Sorely as in my eyes hurt. It was cool and edgy until everyone started doing it and then suddenly I realized that if someone were bleeding to death in front of me, I would never notice. And then I could never unleash my super CPR skills. (Which pretty much are me checking the pulse and then yelling and waving my arms. And definitely not stealing your wallet?) [This picture is (c) fashion filosofy, Dublin's first streetstyle page. It's super cool. Don't sue me.]

You have a lovely smile and you look like you've been wading in cranberry fields.

There are, actually, ways in which this is done expertly - they involve maroon and burgundy and other red shades which don't make me wonder if you forgot to change after paintball.


3. Harem pants are fo' real, yo. But your best accessory is always a smile. I'll let you wallow in the cliche-ity of that for a couple of minutes and get all snarky right back at me before I spring this on you:

"Sartorialist? Famous photog? Whatever."

Great hair, stellar texturing and nice little sneaky sleeve zips but what really got you snapped is that cheesy mug.


More for tomorrow and possibly outfit pics so that you give me some rebound smartass.