I was very generously given a MOUNTAIN of old magazines and books by a friend who recently moved.
If you are looking to preruse all the late 90s and early aughts issues of i-D magazine, COME OVER. I made some chili. We can drink hot toddies and get giddy together.
I plan to give yous some old fashion print based fashion mind blowings at least once a week; I have already started marking spreads and stories and superdupes greatness. As they say, WATCH THIS SPACE !
Hey look! It's my Betsey Johnson fish dress! Apparently this is from Dazed August 09, an article on Betsey Johnson. I wish I knew what year this pic is from...What do we think...1985?
Just realized I desperately need a CRINOLINE to wear under this bad boy! God damn this dress never gets boring to me. I would die to have it in a skirt....
One day I will do something worthy of allowing me to appear somewhere wearing this outfit. I am completely serious, I consider this a PERFECT LOOK.
Ok, let's get real. I would wear this anywhere, forget "spesh occasions". Let's fangirl all over it, shall we? 1. Off-kilter bouffant. No one really needs to see this much of my face, btw, but I still would love to walk around like this. Mental note, buy giant bumpits and DIY it. 2. White mink shoulder stole straightjacket topper. Lurve. 3. Long flowy sequined skirt (dress?)with whats-his-name on it, increds.
and and AND:
4.A JUDITH LEIBER BAG. I have always had a dark secret love for JL novelty bags..they are so synonymous with expensive tacky aunt but I LOVE THEM. I LOVE THEM.
Whyyyyyy wouldn't you want a bejeweled pavé glittery forestdwelling creature slung across your body that you can fill with superimportant things like red lipstick, stray pennies, a button from god knows what, airplane peanuts, a lucky rock, grape hubba bubba and $11 dollars american (TMI?)
UNFORTCH FOR OL' WL, these sweet, sweet jazzholes cost like, $3,800+ bones on the average and SO it reallllyyy REALLY will never be my own personal intense pleasure to own one. Very sad, this thing we call real life.
Why don't I wear this more? (I have blogged it before and I think that was the last time!)
Serrrrrriously NEON pink cotton lycra dress with equally neon...trout? on it: Betsey Johnson archive (dont say vintage say ARCHIVE! TRES CHIC!). This is early 80s Betsey...superfave of mine. I bought it in 2002 at a vintage store in the east village that isn't around anymore..I think it was like, 40 dollars or something insane like that.
I walked 3 blocks to a Duane Reade today and everyone stared at me. It's pretty intense in the light of day, I will admit.
hey nowww...WHITE LIGHTNING is TWO years old today!!
click it to dig it!
good grief..i can't really believe it, that seems both like the longest time ever and no time at all, right? the past 12 months have been completely bonkers for me personally and BLOGULARLY.
some highlights: my NYT article on tavi & arabelle & teen bloggerz (over A YEAR AGO, really-ahem), this dude KANYE blogging about me (!), having a pretty mayjah milestone birthday (sigh), getting bangs (like, SO IMPORTANNNNT), quitting my job and becoming a gypsy (in progress)... i mean, it's been a massive year, to say the least.
but you know what? i don't want to look back. (...ok, except to the 90s, obvs) (ok yah, and except in the picture above. but that's all, i swear!)
i want to look forward. FORWARDTIMEZ. SEE THE FUTURE. yahhhh.
this blog has totally altered my life in so many weird wonderful ways. so many cool opportunities, so many great people, so much insanity that is still to come.
allow me to say:
thank you thank you thank you to everyone who reads and comments and compliments and emails and comes up to me to say hi at random sporting events...doing this wouldn't be half as fun without all of you, swearswearpinkieswear.
now i shall crack open a miller high life and toast this lil bloggyblog, i love it so. while you say "but...it's early morning", i say "time waits for no blog". cheers!
vintage birthday shot..seems apropos
exes and ohs 4 life brahs, White Lightz the whitest white light ya know
more from the bottomless vault of curiousities which is my packratted life:
some ephemera from the last all day outdoor musical situation (aside from APW couple weeks ago) that i attended: LOLLAPALOOZA 94 anyone?!
the lineup was my teenage wet dream: beasties, smashing pumpkins, the breeders, surprise courtney love appearance, green day, flaming lips, GbV, luscious jackson, shonen knife, cypress hill, p-funk, L7, fu-schnickens("i am a true what..i am a true fu shnick"..omg must download NOW..sorry, i digress), black crowes, the verve. to name a FEW. (fuck, festivals were so much DOPER back then.)
BACKSTAGE PASS, WHUUUT. thanks to a family friend, my cousin michelle and i were 2 smartmouthed 15 year olds with all access passes, free to roam around and do things that included the following:
watch the beastie boys perform from the side of the stage stop tre cool from green day from running us over in his golf cart stalking the ladies from luscious jackson ( <3 ) spying on courtney love in billy corgan's trailer (they closed the curtains! caught)
SPEAKING OF MR CORGAN: i was completely besotten with him at the time (obvi) and as his 900 foot tall self emerged from his trailer i walked up to him, soaking wet (WHY does it always rain at these things?), and told him he was my hero.
then i gave him what i had in my pocket, which was a happy meal toy, which was mickey mouse in a karate uniform. (???)
he said thanks, you can have this:
shredded up guitar pick! with SP logo on it! i died about 300 times. oh, teenage lightning...you had some highpoints.
if anyone is a bigger packrat than me, it's my cousin michelle. yesterday at her parent's house we went digging through all of the stuff she has in her old bedroom...so much stuff from our teenage past, i will do a million posts about it.
when she pulled this out i almost lost it:
the original copy of the zine i made with my friend hazel in 10th grade!!! DIEEEEEEEEEE. a milliontrillion times.
i will scan and post, it's half awesome, half embarrassing.
favorite part: my review of the rocket from the crypt show at maxwell's (december 30, 1994) where i got a black eye..! haaaaahahaha.
ps, i lied to my parents and said i tripped and knocked my head on a table (worst lie ever?), but really some douche tried to crowdsurf and knocked me down ! i still have a teeeenytiny scar above my eye where i got the epic gash...
pps, i was kinda funny at 16.
pardon me for a moment, i am currently drowning in nostalgia.
ohhhh HO....i KNEW there was a reason to be a packrat. lookit what i found this morning!!!
(sorry bout the shitty iphone pic)
that, my dearests, is a pink HOLE baby barrette with gold glitter. yes, you heard me right.
purchased in feb. 1995 during the 'live through this' tour. the show was at roseland, and i went mainly as the 15 year old chaperone for my 13 year old sister and her friend (eva?) that were DYING to go.
what if i wore this thing??? dear god i hope i have a kid someday that cares about all this junk.
**EDIT: i love finding out that friends i have NOW like elizabeth and trudy were at that show too !! yahhhhhh!
*also found: sailor moon barrettes, a backstage pass for lollapalooza 94, and a smashing pumpkins guitar pick that billy corgan HIMSELF gave me. will be posted another day!
the fucking jig is UP. i found your inspiration board!
(click to reallllly enjoy the GENIUS)
DALE BOZZIO of MISSING PERSONS is TOOOOTALLLY your IDOL. (it's true, nobody walks in LA) (check that link, GAGA all over the place!!)
i just started my vest made out of bubble wrap and it has an epic margiela shoulder- don't even fucking try it bitch. i also put a call in to DOLPH LUNDGREN, and now we are in love.
GAME RECOGNIZE GAME.
all my love, WL
ps, this all came to me in a tidal wave of epiphanic absurdity due to the awesomeness of jon farb who fucking diez for the 80s and was like, this band rules watch these vids. and i realized HOLY SHIT THIS IS LADY GAGA.this has been a public service announcement for INSTANT MESSAGING. it'll save your life!
