I love Riot Grrrl. Like, I seriously LOVE Riot Grrrl. I started getting into feminism this year/my first year of high school/freshman year, and I've learned that feminism in general is just really confusing. You have those hardcore feminists who get totally peeved off when the male gender holds doors for them, and then I start to think "wait, if I'm a feminist, does that mean I have to get peeved when the male gender holds doors for me?!"(btw note to self, the answer is no) and then you have those feminists who claim to be feminists but don't really seem to be feminists, and I start to wonder "can I still be a feminist if I just sit there and do nothing when males/women/humans in general put down/objectify/diminish/trivialize my girlitude?" and then you have the feminists who know where/what they stand for and I'm just like "DAMN, I'd love to be you." and then you have the confused feminist, which is me! So I guess this series of posts in basically going to help me explore and define my inner feminist a little bit more. So yeah. I have about 6 billion Riot Grrrl inspired images via this tumblr that I love and consume daily, so I've decided to break up my Riot Grrrl vibes into different vibe posts/themes and stuff! I'm very excited. I think I'm going to get a Riot Grrrl tattoo at some point in my life, because tattoos are cool, and clearly, I love riot grrrl.
4/29/12
4/26/12
dusk
Dusk is definitely my favorite time of the 24 hour time frame. I love it because everything looks faded/muted/quiet/eery/nostalgic/thevirginsuicides-y/peaceful/perfect/THE BEST.
I took some cool (yes, cool) pictures of my backyard that are moderately crappy, but COOL. The shitty quality was INTENTIONAL, let me tell you. INTENTIONAL. I was going for all the vibes your receiving. Vibes of like, you know... high quality artsiness. I then took some pictures of the wonderful clutter living happily underneath my window, which consists of VHS tapes via my childhood that I love and plan to rewatch soon, my Gibson guitar that my dad gave me from when HE WAS MY AGE and which I seriously plan to relearn how to play soon, along with my sea glass collection that is being stored in empty milk bottles. I wish all milk was sold in bottles rather than cartons. The bottles make me feel like I'm living the dream life of a girl from the 1960's, or like I'm in Bye Bye Birdy or the original Twilight Zone episodes or Harry Potter! And I love that super cool cream mustache you get when you decide to rebel and be badass and drink STRAIGHT OUT OF THE MILK BOTTLE and since bottled milk is HELLA authentic with the cream at the top and the bottle and the milk and stuff, life just rocks.
Also, I made a Pottermore when it first opened (YES, I was able to steal the clue answer from my friend and submit it and get early access it's really true i did and i'm a Gryffindor and i feel spectacular!) and it's THE BOMB. I finished the exploration of the first book in like, 2 days. I've literally been waiting HALF A YEAR meaning SIX MONTHS for the second book to be available for exploration. I can't be this patient. I just can't be. J.K Rowling/Soni and Co., get a move on or feel the wrath of my Liger and me. My username is Runestone209 so you should add me so we can party it up together.
PS: I'm going to start doing more outfit posts soon. I've just been feeling like my outfits have been extremely pathetic and not post/photograph worthy, so hopefully that changes soon meaning hopefully my outfits start unsucking so I can photograph them and my blog can look cooler.
I took some cool (yes, cool) pictures of my backyard that are moderately crappy, but COOL. The shitty quality was INTENTIONAL, let me tell you. INTENTIONAL. I was going for all the vibes your receiving. Vibes of like, you know... high quality artsiness. I then took some pictures of the wonderful clutter living happily underneath my window, which consists of VHS tapes via my childhood that I love and plan to rewatch soon, my Gibson guitar that my dad gave me from when HE WAS MY AGE and which I seriously plan to relearn how to play soon, along with my sea glass collection that is being stored in empty milk bottles. I wish all milk was sold in bottles rather than cartons. The bottles make me feel like I'm living the dream life of a girl from the 1960's, or like I'm in Bye Bye Birdy or the original Twilight Zone episodes or Harry Potter! And I love that super cool cream mustache you get when you decide to rebel and be badass and drink STRAIGHT OUT OF THE MILK BOTTLE and since bottled milk is HELLA authentic with the cream at the top and the bottle and the milk and stuff, life just rocks.
Also, I made a Pottermore when it first opened (YES, I was able to steal the clue answer from my friend and submit it and get early access it's really true i did and i'm a Gryffindor and i feel spectacular!) and it's THE BOMB. I finished the exploration of the first book in like, 2 days. I've literally been waiting HALF A YEAR meaning SIX MONTHS for the second book to be available for exploration. I can't be this patient. I just can't be. J.K Rowling/Soni and Co., get a move on or feel the wrath of my Liger and me. My username is Runestone209 so you should add me so we can party it up together.
PS: I'm going to start doing more outfit posts soon. I've just been feeling like my outfits have been extremely pathetic and not post/photograph worthy, so hopefully that changes soon meaning hopefully my outfits start unsucking so I can photograph them and my blog can look cooler.
4/25/12
barbie is alright!
I feel like Barbie is a really controversial topic. Her distorted body image and convoluted representation of beauty is extremely superficial... but at the same time, she is kind of a feminist all in her own with her extensive "be who you wanna be"motto, as in BE WHATEVER YOU FUCKING WANT is pretty inspiring, and really not as hostile as I just expressed it to be.
I used to despise Barbies, and I had this brash idea to create this collage of melted Barbie heads-that I would personally burn and destroy-to express the trivial conformities Barbies inflict upon society and young girls. Keep in mind, this was literally like, three months ago. Suddenly though, as in two days ago, my point of view on the entire subject has changed, most likely due to my never ending obsession with Barbie movies (ironic I know.) I'm currently watching this great Barbie movie via youtube that is the Barbie version of The Three Musketeers. It's pretty enticing, and while watching it, I realized just how many underlying themes of feminism there are buried into the movie. Barbie (I think her name is Karin in the movie) is determined to become a musketeer no matter how many men and women laugh at her and put her down. Her entire motto throughout the movie is something along the lines of, "True courage is following your dream no matter how many people put you down"which is a PRETTY DAMN COOL MOTTO if you ask me. Not only that, but in all Barbie movies, Barbie is always so confident (and even if she isn't, she doesn't try to change who she is) and true to herself, and it's just like DAMN #rolemodel.
PS: Here is what a life size version of Barbie would look like.
And here is me grimacing slightly and looking like a part fairy part Harry Potter lover part nomad part witch, all of which (HA WHAT A PUN) I am.
Skirt from Goodwill, tights from Forever 21, shoes from Cotton On, cardigan from Nordstroms, shirt from Hot Topic, DIY flower crown, star necklace from Amazon, other necklace from Claire's.
I used to despise Barbies, and I had this brash idea to create this collage of melted Barbie heads-that I would personally burn and destroy-to express the trivial conformities Barbies inflict upon society and young girls. Keep in mind, this was literally like, three months ago. Suddenly though, as in two days ago, my point of view on the entire subject has changed, most likely due to my never ending obsession with Barbie movies (ironic I know.) I'm currently watching this great Barbie movie via youtube that is the Barbie version of The Three Musketeers. It's pretty enticing, and while watching it, I realized just how many underlying themes of feminism there are buried into the movie. Barbie (I think her name is Karin in the movie) is determined to become a musketeer no matter how many men and women laugh at her and put her down. Her entire motto throughout the movie is something along the lines of, "True courage is following your dream no matter how many people put you down"which is a PRETTY DAMN COOL MOTTO if you ask me. Not only that, but in all Barbie movies, Barbie is always so confident (and even if she isn't, she doesn't try to change who she is) and true to herself, and it's just like DAMN #rolemodel.
PS: Here is what a life size version of Barbie would look like.
And here is me grimacing slightly and looking like a part fairy part Harry Potter lover part nomad part witch, all of which (HA WHAT A PUN) I am.
4/22/12
Back in Black
Audrey Hepburn, being one of my all time favorite people to ever walk the face of the earth, is the inspiration for Gap's new "Back in Black" skinny jean campaign. I'm really into finding the hidden meaning behind things that aren't really supposed to have any hidden meaning at all, so now I will talk about the hidden meaning behind this video.
I think there was definitely hidden meaning behind this video! I think this video, while it was promoting the new skinny jean, was also expressing that girls are free spirits, and society is trying to force us to be square, insecure, weak little frangtoids. I think this goes for people in general, i.e society tries to force all people to be square and flat and boring and idolize the trivial things in life. I love this video because it's saying "YO! Just dance if you want to! It's not about being pretty/sexy/cute/good at dancing, it's about expressing yourself and having fun and saying SCREW YOU SOCIETY."
I was going to post a photo of me in all black, but I don't have one and I'm feeling extremely tired/lazy. So here is a picture I took of a shell with some dirt in it for you to enjoy instead.
Have a swell Earth Day!
4/17/12
journals rock
Currently busying myself with procrastination and blogs. It's funny how everyday I say to myself, "Eva, when you get home from school, you will not wait to do your homework. You will just do it." And yet, every day, I come home, and suddenly it's seven o'clock and I've waisted four hours of visual internet excitement via blogs/youtube/magazines/tumblr/facebook, and all I want to do is sleep and eat and burp and not do my homework. This really has to stop.
I'm always able to get my homework done, but my rate of exhaustion during the time it takes me to finish my homework drives me perpetually insane. I've been feeling so stressed out lately and fatigued and just so anxious for summer/freedom/fun. I like school, but at the same time, everyone needs a break after a while. I commend those kids who can tolerate those year round schools. I don't think I'd last.
Anyway, I've been writing like a psycho lately in my journals, which I love. I actually just finished one yesterday that I'd been writing in since 2008! I started writing in a new one today, and it feels like I'm telling a stranger my innermost thoughts and secrets. Funny how you can get so attached an inanimate object. My new journal has a cool cat on it, and it's small and square. My grandma and grandpa gave it to me a few Hanukkahs ago, and it has some random blurbs from 2008 and some crappy skirt drawings and shitty Hebrew written in it.
This post is short, but I just felt like doing a brief post on my day/feelings and stuff.
Do you keep a journal/diary?
I'm always able to get my homework done, but my rate of exhaustion during the time it takes me to finish my homework drives me perpetually insane. I've been feeling so stressed out lately and fatigued and just so anxious for summer/freedom/fun. I like school, but at the same time, everyone needs a break after a while. I commend those kids who can tolerate those year round schools. I don't think I'd last.
Anyway, I've been writing like a psycho lately in my journals, which I love. I actually just finished one yesterday that I'd been writing in since 2008! I started writing in a new one today, and it feels like I'm telling a stranger my innermost thoughts and secrets. Funny how you can get so attached an inanimate object. My new journal has a cool cat on it, and it's small and square. My grandma and grandpa gave it to me a few Hanukkahs ago, and it has some random blurbs from 2008 and some crappy skirt drawings and shitty Hebrew written in it.
All my cool journals. The top left (orange) is the journal I just finished. The one with the white heart to the right is where I record inspiration/lists of cool people/things/blog ideas/fashion stuff. The small cat one is the one I'm currently writing in. It has tons of embarrassing crap from 5th grade that I "forgot" to photograph.The quality of the photos all suck. I know. I can't wait to start writing in the Beatle's journal I got at Walgreens. It's the one right below the cat one with the circles.
Who wouldn't wanna wear this bad boy.
I was even a great writer then, I know. My articulation and clarity was just unfathomable.
This post is short, but I just felt like doing a brief post on my day/feelings and stuff.
Do you keep a journal/diary?
4/11/12
long skirts take practice
I've been deeply infatuated with long skirts lately... not only maxis, but ones that hit me just below the knee, calf length ones, etc. I think this is partially due to my love for 60's/70's trends and 90's grunge looks. I honestly surprised myself when I left my friends house in a borrowed maxi skirt as we walked her dog, and I felt 100% confident and awesome. I think confidence is one of those things that sincerely takes practice. You have to work at it. If you want to wear eccentric outfits to school instead of your traditional jeans, Keds, and sweatshirt, it will take practice before you can walk into your school feeling totally secure. Confidence, and dressing eccentrically, takes practice, at least for me it did. Last year, in 8th grade, I was the most boring, gross dresser ever. My outfits literally made me sad. Freshman year of high school though, I became friends with people who wore more daring outfits, and I said YOLO and decided to dress however the fuck I wanted to. I am a feminist! Society has no power over me! Why am I squaring myself when I am a beautiful hexagonal prism with glitter and confetti and pepperoni and crowns and and an old soul with a flowery scent? I am a special shape, like all humans! I am not a square!
When I first started dressing more eccentric, I'd get little butterflies as I stepped out of my dad's car and into school, but after a month or so, the feeling subsided. What I'm trying to say, is that it took practice for me to be able to dress eccentrically. As Gandhi said, "Be the change you want to see in the world" and I'm going to do just that. Unfortunately, back in 6th-8th grade, I used to care about how guys perceived me. Now I don't care at all. I'll be myself, and if they don't like it SCREW 'EM. But trust me, attaining that mindset took practice too. I wish people would just unapologetically be themselves and dress how they want, dance when they want to, and voice their opinions rather than stuff all their uniqueness into a box, lock it and then digest the key in their stomach full of acid, all while still accepting and loving others for their individuality and quirkiness. I'm not saying I do this all the time, but I'm trying to be as true to myself as possible, and I always admire those people who are who they are, who flaunt their quirks, and would rather be their obscure, abstract shape than a square. Even though YOLO is getting old, it's true that you only live once, at least in this persona, and it's important, in my opinion, to just ignore the people being rude to you for being yourself, because they are ignorant, stupid humans who may be cursed with forever being square. And since you don't want to be a square, just be yourself, because you cannot be a square if you are you! Basically the moral of this post is that EVERYTHING TAKES PRACTICE, EVEN CONFIDENCE AND THE ABILITY TO DRESS LIKE A BAFOON AND YOU MUST STAY TRUE TO YOURSELF NO MATTER WHAT. Wow. Feel free to call me the cliché queen. I feel awkward (and I embrace that.) Goodbye.
When I first started dressing more eccentric, I'd get little butterflies as I stepped out of my dad's car and into school, but after a month or so, the feeling subsided. What I'm trying to say, is that it took practice for me to be able to dress eccentrically. As Gandhi said, "Be the change you want to see in the world" and I'm going to do just that. Unfortunately, back in 6th-8th grade, I used to care about how guys perceived me. Now I don't care at all. I'll be myself, and if they don't like it SCREW 'EM. But trust me, attaining that mindset took practice too. I wish people would just unapologetically be themselves and dress how they want, dance when they want to, and voice their opinions rather than stuff all their uniqueness into a box, lock it and then digest the key in their stomach full of acid, all while still accepting and loving others for their individuality and quirkiness. I'm not saying I do this all the time, but I'm trying to be as true to myself as possible, and I always admire those people who are who they are, who flaunt their quirks, and would rather be their obscure, abstract shape than a square. Even though YOLO is getting old, it's true that you only live once, at least in this persona, and it's important, in my opinion, to just ignore the people being rude to you for being yourself, because they are ignorant, stupid humans who may be cursed with forever being square. And since you don't want to be a square, just be yourself, because you cannot be a square if you are you! Basically the moral of this post is that EVERYTHING TAKES PRACTICE, EVEN CONFIDENCE AND THE ABILITY TO DRESS LIKE A BAFOON AND YOU MUST STAY TRUE TO YOURSELF NO MATTER WHAT. Wow. Feel free to call me the cliché queen. I feel awkward (and I embrace that.) Goodbye.
Looking pensive in my maxi (thrifted) my friend loaned me, shirt my friend loaned me (via Forever21), DIY crown, Walgreens flip flops, and a great "Thinking Man" stare.
4/8/12
Flower Dance
I've been feeling dead when it comes to inspiration, so I gathered up some galvanizing images of pretty and surreal things for you to stare at and appreciate with your artistic eyes. My mom always calls me an artist because of my inability to throw things away, even things I've found on the street most likely covered in dog piss, because she says artists see beauty and worth in everything. Hopefully you all are like that too.✭
1, 2, and 3 are by Chloe Newman. 4 is by Sefisckarab, 5 is by Tim Schreier, 6, 7 are by Tim Walker, 8 by Mark Borthwick, 9-34 by Guy Bourdin, video by DJ Okawari.
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