Why Forever 21 has such bad sales?

One would think, taking into account the prices they usually charge on their in-store merchandise, their sale items will be dirt cheap? Not really. I mean, okay okay, a 10 dollar cropped jacket that was originally $35 is a nice deal, but every time I see their skimpy exhibits on the sale rack, I get nostalgic for the best sales of all times in Urban Outfitters - the ones they have maybe once every season, when all the sale/clearance items are 50% off the sale price. Or 50% of the 50%, well you get the idea (I have a ton of UO stuff bought for sums between $2 and $10). Yet those are UO - who although can't boast with high quality, still do push for the conceptualism. And Forever 21? What's their problem. And I have never seen a single outlet. Do they REALLY sell all of their stuff? Or they recycle it and sew new outfits for the next season? Interesting....


And here is the above mentioned 10 dollar jacket....
I am REALLY posing in the first one.... Watch out Gisele...



Jeans - AE skinny and distressed, boots - BORN, suede and my best NYC find, shirt - Gap, long and comfy to wear with low rise jeans. Out upon with butt cleavage.






And a picture with my most favourite animal of all times. I could not resist.

Who do YOU inspire?

I sometimes see an extremely beautiful girl, tall and thin, long legged, broad but delicate shoulders, long neck, pretty face with small features... Dressed nicely and not cheaply. But whatever she wears does not inspire me. I see those a lot. And then I see an average looking girl, cute, but of course not the model "standard" (whatever that freaking standard is that makes us all scrutinize our innocent hips in the mirror and wear out our bathroom scale on a daily basis), but for some reason I look and I look and I look, mesmerized, unable to de-glue my eyes off her and trying very hard to conserve the mental image and adapt it into my visual memory forever. I can not explain why this happens. I guess some people have innate sense of self presentation which some other people - like me - are hypnotized by. And inspired. I write everywhere how inspiration is important for me. I would die without one. That's why I am very grateful to meet all those "common" girls whose look sends me flying through the roof, and dancing, and singing.


And speaking about common girls, I myself get extra jittery when somebody asks me where I bought this or that, and compliments me on wearing a certain item. I had a girl once saying, I want all of it, your whole outfit, the way it is right now. Her eyes were lit and I could tell she, just like me, is drinking in every detail in order to maybe reproduce later on. Needless to say, it made my day. I don't want to just take. I want to give, too.




I met with Kristin yesterday, the one third of the Triumvirate, and this is what I was wearing. My new faves - AE light bleached jeans, which are skinny and artificially distressed, the stripey blouse from SJP's cheapo brand Bitten and one of my latest purchases - a Papaya buttonless cardigan. You can't see my feet but those are in the size bigger brown suede booties I got on Larchmont (previous post), they look good together, but this time all the cotton wool was out and I had to really shuffle. Dammit. But they looked good!

A little sunshine in cold waters...

I have been away having fun with my dearest friend Andre these past days, which made me completely forget about everything except what is most important in this life, read: FUN.

Yet, Andre is back to Rio, and I am back to my everyday life, in which I have already managed to get a job and refused it. And no matter what certain cunts were telling me about some time in the past, in no way will I accept a shitty job just because "the times are tough" and I am supposed to feel guilty about rejecting a 9 bucks an hour gig. Under no circumstances will I be unhappy in my working environment, like 99% of people around. To be completely honest, I hate the idea of working. Right now, right this time, I hate the idea of 99% of jobs out there. I love my freedom, I love that I read, write, study, create. Yes, I refuse shitty jobs. Yes, I don't give a fuck about most employment available out there, and yes, I don't envy most of the people I see on their jobs. Boring, sad reality. Not mine.

But to hell with discussing this, let's talk clothing, let's talk beauty and aesthetics. Let's talk about what I love and what I know and what I feel.



Love the colour of this super thin Old Navy sweater, and the fact that it does not make me bulky or anything when I let it slide all the way past my hips... The pants are super cool AE skinny, distressed and snug, but don't make my hips look huge or thick, however, it's a good idea to wear something long with it - very low rise, and we don't want the butt cleavage.



My MOST FAVOURITE PANTS # 2, after the black ZARA ones that I bought last year in Florence. These are GAP, uber soft, dense, of excellent quality and the colour to die for!



Love wearing them with my H&M rocker style jacket and brown suede booties that I got a size bigger at a store on Larchmont. Why a size bigger? They were on sale and 7 was the smallest. I have to wear a thick sock with them or simply slightly shuffle my feet. Nevertheless, I love them.



And now these... I am loving these lately - sequined and sparkly, of unknown brand. And the Minnie Mouse shoes, as I call them, from H&M - light blue, with a very small heel, just the way I like it.






Blueee.... Funny - when I was a teen, I hated shoes with flat sole. I thought my legs looked horrible and stumpy in those. Well, maybe they did maybe they did not - I am saying this because my body type changed a bit as I grew up, I became leaner and so to speak sharper with age, and my legs became a tad bonier and more defined. In any case, I LOVE love love love and can't love enough ballet flats, any sort of flat sole shoe. Those are the most comfortable for me now and I don't have any complexes about the way I look wearing them anymore.




And these boots are slightly tight for my calves...

About insects...

I had a rat or a cockroach sniffing around my blog today. Looking for, you know what, of course "the dirt". People who can't stand up to you in a "fuck"-free discussion or an argument usually use the laundry basket as ammunition. Then cowardly wipe out all the shit they produced. So I just want to make sure the rat got what it was looking for, and since I am a very good host, in all the best traditions of hospitality, I would like to offer it a pair of my dirty underpants to go - and yes, there, to the right of me is my shoe collection, and to the left of me - your eagle eye guessed it right! - the laundry basket. Happy hunting! Go for it!



And this is, just in case. I kinda feel uneasy with bugs running around, they are so repulsive and base, and they have too many legs.

I was in New York state..... of mind... again...

I am back from NYC, with a bunch of new clothing items - of course! - and this being a boring rainy day and me still not having come to my senses (flights exhaust me and I take a long time to recuperate and restore myself after them) - I played dress up a tad. Well, that was after I had to spend three hours detangling my crazy hair after the shower.

So let's see, my NYC loot consisted of:
- a pair of solid boots of dark brown suede (they are absolutely comfortable, easy to put on and look great with both Abercrombie ripped jeans, skinnies or skirts)



- a funky gray and black dress, with a knit stretchy gray underskirt and bouncy cotton overskirt and a large stylish zipper on the back



I added a lovely bow belt from H&M, faux leather, smooth pink meets brown and gray color to spice things up
Underneath - a small H&M gray cardigan, it is very thin and looks cozy with the thick fabric of the dress, not to mention does help to keep you warm in the evening or when the sky decided to cry for days and you want to wrap yourself in a blanket! The little black shrug is of sexy lace and adds up a tad of a flirt. Meoww!





This look is not brought from NYC - but it has something to do with it - I bought the skirt at Forever 21 just before my trip, the roses and the rustic feel of it conquered me, and I threw it into my suitcase hoping to rock it at some point. And I did. With thick gray tights and beige knee high boots it was a hit.



Here I am rocking it with a mickey tee from heritage (just felt like a gray top for some reason), dark tights and red lips.

And this is the direct evidence of how magazine promotions affect our lives.



I saw this breathtaking blue faux-but-oh-so-soft leather jacket in a Seventeen magazine that I bought to look through on the plane. And I simply had to have it. When I found myself in an H&M store somewhere on the 34th West, the deal was sealed.



Oh yes.



And this is the long Hello Kitty shirt I got in Moscow about a year ago, seduced by the lacey bottom.... I paired it with faux-leather leggings from Forever21 and a pair of Urban Outfitters booties for the complete look.





Leggings and shoes up close and personal...




Oh yes - and Clarissa is wearing a fun semi tartan dress, with a studded rockstar belt from H&M. To finish the look and keep Clarissa warm, I threw a great mustard color Novica scarf a friend gave me a few months ago. It's of fine wool and is a great companion on a cold day. To add a fun twist, I put my hair band with a gray flower over Clarissa's neck as a necklace.