A few of my current sartorial interests as demonstrated through the above outfit: pale pink, ratty but cosy old jumpers, grunge-y but sweet little dresses, piling on the floral. Not pictured, but accessorised with, many a cup of tea, numerous small notebooks filled with to do lists and this song:
Dangerfield dress / jumper from some crappy little boutique years ago / ASOS tights
Tartan mixin'! I'm not even totally convinced I like this, I think I just enjoy wearing 'ugly' prints together. 'Ugly' because even though I bought this jumper when I was like 16 simply because I thought it was hideous (hello logic!) tartan is actually pretty cute, LET'S NOT FIGHT IT.
I tweeted the other week that my initial reaction to watching American Graffiti was anger. It is a right damn shame that I hadn't seen it sooner. IT IS SO GOOD, YOU GUYS. If I'm preaching to the already converted here, I don't care, I'MMA PREACH AWAY.
Get ready for some no-enthusiasm-held-back "reviewing":
THE MUSIC. I don't know what else to say except that it is an example of a perfect movie soundtrack. I actually fell in love with the film before I'd even seen it because someone recommended the soundtrack and it. Is. Perfect. It is perfect. See examples below and then I dare you to not go buy/ download the whole damn thing. THE CARS. This movie is a visual explosion of hot rod goodness. I can't imagine what it must have been like to drive around the streets and be surrounded by so much style. I'm guessing it would have been amazing. THE HAIR. Give people these days more hairspray and pomade, I say! Let's all wreck our hair for the sake of volume, bounce and slickness! THE CLOTHES. THE SLANG. "I said, 'go kiss a duck, marblehead!'" "If brains were dynamite, you couldn't blow your nose." Oh, kids those days.
And you know what I especially liked? It didn't try to glamourise these kids and their lives. Amongst their fine style you can see their pimples, the way their hair's knotting from so much hairspray, the creases in their clothes, and the awkwardness! So much pure adolescent awkwardness. Like how Freaks and Geeks got early 80s high school spot on (supposedly - I wasn't there), American Graffiti gets early 60s small town teenagers what I imagine to be spot fucking on.
So. Who's going to join me in giving up modern technology for a wee while so we can instead spend the nights cruising the streets in our fab rides?
A short while ago Karys of The Something Fine Project asked me to contribute to her lovely blog that's all about exploring the idea of first love. I couldn't say no to being a part of that, and here's what I came up with. (A whole bunch of beautiful posts are being made, check them out or even get on board.)
First love is innocent, and naive, and pure. Sometimes I wish it stayed that way.
New hair and a new dress. To go with my new age! (I'm 21 now, you guys! Entering proper grown up territory!) Hair by superhero Bee of Peggy Sue's and dress by Kling courtesy of delightful online shop Pretty Dress.
Can I tell you guys a secret? That's not really a secret, just something I feel like telling you? So I'm not even sure why I prefaced with that? Anyway? I've always wanted a dress with a heart-shaped cut out. To the point where I've considered attempting some heart-shaped DIY. And me attempting DIY beyond handmade birthday cards is a Bad. Idea. Hence my glee when this dress entered my life in a whirl of light blue and polka dots.
This is a CUTE dress. Though super lightweight, which I fear may translate to flimsy after a lot of wear (but for now just equals 'good for summer!') However I wore it to my graduation and it survived that so perhaps it is stronger than I am giving it credit for. ANYWAY, THE HEART. AND THE DOTS. AND THE HEART. Have some photos of me enjoying said heart and dots:
Kling dress / vintage belt and shoes
Lisa xx
Note: Pretty Dress kindly gave me this dress but did not influence any of the above words.
