CATS AND RABBITS

Suffragettes circa 1918; Image via Tumblr

I voted tonight, for the first time in my 20 years of living. It was something that I was very eager in wanting to partake in and was well worth missing my History of Costume class tonight. (And let me tell you, I'll take punching holes in a piece of paper that will impact my life than sitting on my mcnuggies looking at endless Powerpoint lectures) And I must say, I had all of the lovely ladies, whom I admire dearly, in the back of my head while voting.
Ever since I was a kid, my mother took it upon herself to make it a prominent thing that I respect every single female I encounter in my life. At the time, it was just the girlies in my classroom and the playground but the way my mother worded it, made that respect leak onto every girl and woman I've encountered since. And since discovering Tavi's blog and reading what she's had to say on the behalf of women in fashion and life, I've been able to expand on that respect and learn more. Though I am having a bit of trouble transferring everything I'm feeling into words and in a way, end this post without sounding like a chump, all I can say is, that at the end of day, if Romney can't respect your rights as a woman and your lady bits, then I sure as hell can.
-Karl

GIRL POWER

My accidental shrine to Rookie on my closet door featuring a Petra Collins postcard, two photographs with Meadham Kirchhoff's viels, and a Strange Magic ad I stole
This past week was pretty awesome with Space15Twenty, here in Hollywood, housing Tavi and Petra's installation, Strange Magic. For me, it was the epitome of a Goodwill's knick-knack wall meets vintage Avon catalogs meets your grandmothers' bedroom getting blended together to create this pastel concoction that made my synesthesia kick in. I immediately got the flavor of Thrifty's rainbow sherbet ice cream in my mouth and the scent of roses in my nose. It was perfect. Though Friday's event, which had fellow Rookie writers reading aloud some of their work, including my boo, Marie of Agent Lover, was absolutely magical.

Me being a creepy face with cute lil' Tavi
It was about ten minutes before the readings took off that I ran into Marie and exchanged hellos and a few words that she led me to meet my little goddess, Tavi. If you only knew what that did to me; I shit myself all over the entire place! I barely had enough time to collect my thoughts and get myself together before I realized that I was shaking hands with her!
She was seriously the best! So poised and straight forward that she abolished any nerves I had. We had a brief conversation before she had to go get ready but before she left, I gave her a note and burger brooche I made for her. (Which, by the way, matched her striped shirt perfectly!)

Being ~cRaZy n' rAnDoM~ with Marie
It was such a lovely evening full laughter and flower crowns that ended grubbing with Marie and her friends and meeting the lady boo of the lead singer to a favorite band of mine. Kinda freaky but rather amazing. There must have been some ~strange magic~ in the air.
See what I did there? HA
-Karl

P.S.
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THE DREAMING DEAD

My mood board for the Summer. Last year's was a bit angsty but I think with getting sick over finals, I've been indulging in a dream like state that I used to get as a kid come the end of the school year. So perhaps, this year, I'm being driven by nostalgia and Petra Collins' photographs for Rookie. So I present, the Dreaming Dead.











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