WITCHEZ AIN'T BITCHEZ

I have really cute friends :)
Saturday night, me and my sister went out to celebrate my friend Teresa's birthday at the bar she works at. Truthfully, I love any event where I get to look cute and that evening, I especially felt like channeling Kate Moss and the colour black. I've just been on this Kate-high and feel like I should channel her old ways into my youthful ways of living. So, I dawned on my thrifted fishnet-mohair-esque jumper, spiked collar, and new little wool hat. I also dawned on my patented pleather witchy boots for an elevated level of, "hey, I sacrifice virgins and stuff."

This is bascially what the night consisted of, ha!

I had a pretty rad time. I even ran into a few familiar faces from class whom I always saw but never had the chance to meet. Though I think the highlight of my night was getting to meet Teresa's sister who was this little ball of funzilla, even if she was a tad bit drunky. Ha, good times. Though I can't talk too much shit considering after our Irish car-bombs, both my sister and I were pretty much gone.
-Karl

Me and my sister are ~super kawaii~

BOY GET BUSY

When in doubt, bust a Dr. Frankenstein and transform your garb from ratchet to bitchin'. Here are two of most recent experiments that had me screaming, IT'S ALIVE and damn, I look gewd.
-I seam ripped the collar off an old Lacoste button down I thrifted a while back and made a new collar off of some starry ribbon my grandma gave me. I think it came out amazing and thank Jaysus I can sew or else it just would have looked horrid!

-For this one, I brought together a pleather jacket and vest that had both been sitting in my closet just taking up room. I liked them both but really didn't wear them much so I brought them together by sewing on the sleeves from the pleather jacket onto the vest. I then studded the bad boy once I finished and bam, your boy now has a snazzy new jacket for the Fall.

STRUTTING FOR THE GOLD

I needed to blog this out of my system and discuss how amazingly-amazing Team Supermodel was tonight at the Olympics' closing ceremony. Hot damn, they lit that shit up and my main boos were their repping harder than your average chicks.
I truly loved how every garment the models wore represented them, to a certain degree. Karen Elson looked gorgeous in the classic Hollywood glamor number, Lily Cole looked dashing like a mini housewife from some cute film, Naomi Campbell, of course, was dressed like a Goddess with a trail longer than hell keeping every basic b at a distance, and my main boo, Kate Moss, looked every ounce of easy-breezy flawless in that gold number. It's like, she had that sitting in her closet and was like, meh, and just served it up. Ugh, it was so good.

Though of course, people just had something to say about Kate's shady past with drugs and Naomi's notorious phone throwing incident and how it's ultimately wrong to have had them up on that stage because of it. It's upsetting when having them up there was meant to be a positive thing since their both from Britain and they're both representing their country and what they've brought to it. It wasn't meant to be frowned upon and at the end of the day, they're models not athletes and what happened in their past should stay there. It was an amazing moment that should be applauded at, not dismissed. Though ultimately, it brought a smile to my face and that's all that matters.
-Karl

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