Steal the Show

We all know that sometimes, it's about the shoes. Other articles of clothing can serve as nothing more than a blank canvas - an indistinct backdrop.



Such was definitely so in this instance.

Alright, perhaps I won't go as far to say that this dress is indistinct. It's actually quite perfect. The quintessential black dress, even.



The length hits about mid-thigh. Just where I like it.



It's shape is pretty amazing. A dress that manages to be form-fitting and have a draping, effortless look to it at the same time is always ideal.



But as satisfying as this Silence + Noise black dress is, this time, it wasn't the star of the show.



These were.





My favorite pair of heels. Probably one of the coolest platforms in existence.



Have I ever mentioned my obsession over bows? Acknowledgment is the first step taken on the road to recovery.





So glad the rain is mostly behind us! I know you're going to get pretty well acquainted with these.

So Crafty

I stumbled across a bunch of vintage photographs in a desk drawer at my mom's place. How she could keep these treasures hidden from view leaves me puzzled. After a healthy round of begging, I was able to convince her that they would be put to better use in my possession.






Small clothespins and a bit of twine is all that was needed to create a crafty homage to the 60's, 70's and 80's. The latter two definitely being two of the best decades that have come to pass.

I did an installation on two walls. One was done in a small corner near my nightstand, in between a window and a wall.






Photos of my mom and baby Me are mostly here.

She is very beautiful, no?

The other installation was placed above my dresser.

A photograph of my dad's college graduation. Some time in the 70's, I believe.

The one of me with a pink background is my favorite here. Slightly narcissistic, I know.

Fire Engine Red

I slept in today for the fist time in many moons. I got up once to move my basil plant into the morning sun, and didn't feel the need to rise again until 10:30am. Take that, time-I-ought-spend-studying-for-midterms!





Shorts... or jeans?



Jeans it is. Better do all the layering I can while the weather still permits.

My New Media course surprised us with a photo journalism project. Only five days to take several hundred photos of our subject, narrow it down to twelve, and post it to SoundSlides? Sounds good. Not adding to my already frightfully heavy workload at all.



My subject will be an awesome photography student I know and love. The plan is to follow her around for the next few days and catch her in action. Maybe I'll see how she goes about getting that elusive perfect shot. My photos will be one third as good as hers, if I'm lucky.





The firetrucks were out to play today.

We counted two. Two firetrucks, hanging around campus, raising and lowering their ladders. Perhaps they were practicing for the annual summer wildfires that are always so bountiful in the Bay Area and the surrounding locale?

I feel a beach trip coming on. Spring break is next week...

Windy, Errands. Green.

Today was one for errands - grocery shopping and clothing shopping. Which is the best sort, of course.





I'm really enjoying the pleasant weather we've been having. It's not so hot as to prevent me from layering, one the things that pleases me most in this universe.



Yet, not so cold that it looks a little ridiculous wearing opaque.



Has the time for rain really passed? If so, what more can a girl ask for? Don't get me wrong, I realize how important the rain is to all environments (both urban and those that are a la natural) and their inhabitants. But I'm sick of wearing boots (is this possible?)! I know, so selfish of me.






There are the most surprising houses mixed in with the cookie-cutter track homes on the way to the freeway.







I like the secret shed on the lawn. It's almost hidden.

Can't Get Enough: Beach House

I can't stop - I won't stop listening to Beach House. They're a somber, introspective indie band who have a choke-hold grip on my iPod. Their songs are filled with intricate vocal dreamscapes and soothing synths that practically force listeners to drift away to state of peace and serenity. A Beach House song is like tree. Both are made of layer upon layer of beauty that tell crazy stories that you may have to work at a bit to understand. If trees could talk, that is.

If you're in the mood for something calming, Beach House is always a great choice. Their song Lover of Mine off their new (amazing)album, Teen Dream, could be the soundtrack to the above photo. Or for a time when you're lying on the sand, watching the clouds go by. Slightly epic, no?



Here they are performing Gila, one of their more popular songs, live at a Good Records in Dallas, Texas. They've found a way to replicate her dreamy vocals pretty flawlessly.



Clamoring for more? Rightfully so. Check out Heart of Chambers and Master of None, both some of their older work.

Pitchfork Magazine calls them dream-pop. I call them f'n awesome.

Annual, Albeit Late, St. Patrick's Day Post

Here is my completely awesome belated St. Patrick's Day post. The whole ordeal was sort of funny, actually. So, I woke up that morning thinking of nothing other than wearing my new Pins and Needles dress.



Totally my style. Loose, quarter-length sleeves and mid-thigh length - all attributes I like my dresses to have. I love the little dandelion floaties pattern repeated on the dress. Simple motifs are always the best.






The only problem was that I had to go to work before classes. The above outfit, perfectly fine for the bars I would be going to later, maybe wasn't so office appropriate. A little too much leg showing. Plus, I'm 5'9 and all legs. So any time I do show a little leg skin it looks like I'm showing more than it would on a girl of average height. So, I ended up throwing on a pair of black skinnys underneath. Definitely looked better with the tights, but the skinnys would work until I got home to change back for classes.

So, I get to the office, and I notice that an unusually large proportion of my co-workers are wearing green. I'm like.. okay cool, but very strange. And then one of my co-workers walks past me and is like, "Hey, love your use of green!"

CLICK! It's St. Patty's Day!

I don't own very many green pieces. Not because I'm not a fan of the color, but I like my green to be of the darker, muter varieties, and surprisingly, it's not often that I run into it. So how ironic is it that I choose to wear one of the four green pieces of clothing I own on St. Patty's Day?!

Must have be subconscious. Did you guys forget about St. Patrick's Day or was it ingrained in your memory since March began?