I'm dancing barefoot...

I know idolizing the style of someone like Patti Smith is somewhat of an oxymoron, but COME ON, the girl looked good...in sort of a messy way that only the truly confident can getaway with. So, ignoring the slight riduclousness of this, isn't she stylish?

just keep truckin' on...

In preparation for the ending term I find myself panicking over no longer being in art. That class was getting to be the only thing getting me out of bed in the mornings. Aside from heading out to the art supply store to do some damage control and buy myself an easel to replace my drawing table I reminisced about the term. This past term in art we had a wonderfully creative artist as our artist in residence, Spyder Yardley Jones. Now, I have to interject my art talk with a love for style, and this man had it! The shaved/bald head, thick framed glasses, lose pants, tight tank top, and Doc Martens. Style perfection, classic skinhead look, accompanied by several tatoos including my personal favorite "Toon nerd" written on his knuckles. Now normally trying to do cartoons sends me over the edge, something about the things, all colourful and overly-happy, but his drawing were far from, You can see some of them at his web site, http://www.spyderyardleyjones.ca

Summer never comes

As I sink deeper into the depression that winter brings me I find myself caring less about how I look and grunge-y looking me turns to bag lady me.
You know those days where you find yourself wearing the same hoodie and skirt you wore the last two days?

You might wonder, what's my plan of action to break out of this funk and laziness?
Well m'dears, my plan of action is a DYI project.

It's name? The punk vest.

Tomorrow I am heading down to my local Goodwill and picking myself up a denim vest I've had my eye on then ambling down to my local punk store to buy a back patch and some spikes or studs.

If I'm lucky a couple friends will feel the same burning urge that I feel to make a vest too and it'll turn into a DYI night, but I have my most certain doubts.

None of them knew they were robots

The idea of starting a blog is well, very intimidating. First they ask you to name it, but no matter what you think of, that hint of doubt lingers in your mind as to whether that is a ridiculous sounding name or not. I myself am actually not a reader of blogs, aside from http://tavi-thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/. I also habitually check Lookbook. nu.


So after you've named your blog, you have to post in it, otherwise, what was the point? And if you're like me, you're sitting there worrying that it sounds like you're forcing the words out. Then you realize that introducing yourself is likely a good Idea.

I don't really want to use my name, so we'll skip that part.
My style influences include Debbie Harry, Patti Smith, The Ramones, Bag Ladies, Courtney Love, Babes in Toyland, and the obvious Kurt Cobain. The funny thing about those people, is it's kind of a giant oxymoron. The anti fashion as fashion influences?