THE BIG YELLOW JOINT

I rarely venture into the West side of LA. I may live less than ten miles from all of the action the West side has to offer but I just don't like it. It's everything from the ~vibes~ I get from people who all look the same to the fact that anywhere you go, you gotta pay for damn ass parking. And I refuse to pay for parking. Like, I'm the type of person who will park five miles away from my destination just so I don't have to pay for it. Which is pretty much why I got thighs like Beyonce and a waist like Nicki Minaj, HAY~
Anyways, as much as I detest the West side, I ventured to the most overrated place there is to visit, The Grove, to visit a less overrated joint, The Bluth's Frozen Banana Stand. Yup, that's one benefit to living in LA, you know damn well your favorite [enter person, place, or thing here] will more than likely make a pit stop here. So, as a fan of Arrested Development, me, my sister, and our friend Elias got ourselves a frozen bananer.

- I know you be lovin' my 80's dad mall goth lewk I got goin' on. Also, don't judge on my hairy dooble chin action going on; for unseen circumstances, I can't shave until tomorrow :(

Yes, I can see you're oozing with jealousy but it was actually one of the funnest things I've gotten to do in quite a while and not to mention, it was a perfect way to start the Summer. *insert smiley face hurr*

- Not to mention, I also got the biggest naner of the bunch. TALK ABOUT MCNASTY, MUCH

FASHION 130

Did I mention that I am a fashion design major? Yeah, I don't think I have. Well this past semester, I took it upon myself to take a Senior class that would allow me to make a collection consisting of three to six looks. After weeks and weeks of churning out samples, I chose to make a collection that was inspired by sportswear and conceptual fashion. In the end, I practically pooped out a collection that took all of that and laced it under one ridiculous title:

The entire collection consisted of four looks that tapped into sportswear and a slight Tumblr aesthetic. Now unlike a fellow classmate of mine, I didn't actually name collection after a ridiculous trend spawned off of Tumblr. Yeah, it gave me a case of the giggs when I read that. But whatevs, to each their own, I suppose. Anyways, I'm actually quite proud of my work and hope to do more stuff like it in the future. It's also like a public display of what my wardrobe has been like for the past few months just showcased for the public to see.

Taking orders! Half joking but seriously, I'm taking orders.

R.I.P.

They say that every seven years, you become a new person. That within those seven years, your entire body rids of your old self via new skin cells, blood cells, hair particles, nails, etc. to the point where nothing on you is of the old you. It's quite morbid yet beautiful when you give it thought. Though I don't need to know that to understand that I'm no longer the frustrated fourteen year old I once was.
Turning twenty-one has really been quite subtly pleasant. While most people fret about turning another year older, or not even feeling anything at all, I almost always usually do. And as if by an obvious miracle, it's made me nostalgic.
I've come to realize that I have reached the end of my Ghost World era. That place in life that nearly everyone goes through after high school. That place in your life where you start to build the foundation for the person you want to become. It's been quite the journey but I am glad that I went through it, though unique in it's own right. It's a pleasant feeling when you don't think about the person you where in high school or better yet, when you don't even mention high school at all. It just makes you realize that you're growing up and that the bus you hopped on, the one with no destination ahead of it, the one that allows you to get off of whenever you'd like, just doesn't seem so scary anymore.

Summer 2k13.New Age
.Baby blue.Pink.Off-White
.Hazy feelings of wanting to stay but willing to move on
.Hot Summer nights
.The desert
.Rap culture of the mid to late nineties

 

All images via Tumblr

PLAYED CHIFFONZY

If there is ever an amazing form of satisfaction, it's when someone gives you a gift that showcases that they actually pay attention to your likes and dislikes. Especially when that said gift finally fills in a void of desire you've been feeling since 2010. Now that said gift takes form in the American Apparel Plaid Chiffon over-sized button down. You have no idea how long I've wanted it. I think ever since I saw ChicMuse rocking it in a photograph of her eating pizza (btw that photo seems to have disappeared off the face of the internet), my lust for it has grown. Though to finally have attained it, is an amazing feeling. Especially when it's your boo who gave it to you. Now that's just a bonus.
It's just satisfying when someone finally (other than my sister) actually gets me something that I like and doesn't bust out, "I didn't know what to get you" or my personal eye-rolling favorite, "you're just so hard to shop for!" In all honestly, I'm an insanely easy person to shop for and not to mention, I'm also one to return the favor, always, in one way or another.
It's small gestures like that, that make me feel happy and loved. Not that I need gifts to feel loved but when your own family doesn't get you anything for XXX-mas because "you're so hard to shop for," you'd be over the moon, too.
-Karl

- Decided to wear it as soon as I recieved it due to it being super hot and I was on my way to Las Vegas

- Me and my boo lookin' real cute. ha

xXxPUNX4LYFExXx

The new exhibition at the Met, PUNK: Chaos to Couture, seemed to have brought out the best and worst in celebrities. I really don't care much for celebrity culture, growing up in LA just makes one immune to that shit. But having had to deal with punks and greasers all of my life, I can't help but gawk at what was worn and said last night. Now I'm not one for blasting out assumptions but, come on, do you honestly think Kim Kardashian listens to punk? No, right? I don't know, it sounds really passé and middle school of me to judge people based on their "punk merit." Though, come on, don't lie. You know you still secretly judge people while waiting in line at the grocery store. For example, imagine bimbo-Ali walks in with her bleach blonde hair and obvs brand new Misfits tank. You secretly roll your eyes and assume she doesn't even know Horror Business word-for-word. Yeah, we've all done it and you honestly can't really blame anyone for it considering we all lived and went through 2004 with every girl on the block rocking a Ramones tee. Remember that shit? Yeah, it was horrible.
 
This is obviously not from 2004 but it just goes to highlight that this fad just wont quit. Nice look, Fergie. Ha.
Well, I'm clearly just rambling on here but if there's one thing that came out of last night, it was the amazingly real yet horrible quotes that came out of celebrities' mouths when asked questions relating to punk culture. Though their garb was just the cherry to the shit sundae because it sure as hell had me gagging. But don't think I'm picking sides here, punks generally seem to annoy the hell out of me as well. Trust, being in a car full of closed minded non-conformist-conformists for a few hours will have you crawling out of car, begging for some Britney Spears tunes.

“Punk for me is not probably the mohawk, typical punk that you’d sort of envision. A little bit more like ‘romantic punk'" -Kim Kardashian
Um, is that like, a reference to "pastel grunge" or...?

  
 “Tonight for The Met I am channeling the O.G. queen of PUNK, JOAN of ARC!” — Katy Perry
Clearly didn't think her outfit's concept out properly.
 

 “I dig Green Day and Avril Lavigne” – Hailee Steinfeld
I'll let her slide considering she was probably sheltered as a youngin'.
 

“I went to the [Vans] Warped Tour a lot” – Darren Criss
TAKE A SEAT. ALL THE WAY IN THE BACK. RUDE.
He just gets no picture.

So, I'll end this one with Miley Cyrus because her look, surprisingly, was my favorite of the night. Haha


-Karl
Quotes via Faster Louder
Images via Google