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things i love thursday

Posted: April 30, 2010 in things i love thursday
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so, it’s not exactly thursday anymore, but who cares?

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the evelyn evelyn show wednesday. it was so awesome it needs its own paragraph. all the acts were awesome, sxip shirey was like nothing i’ve ever heard/seen before, so were evelyn evelyn themselves & jason webley & amanda palmer solo… wow. i wish i could go to another one of their shows! actually, i could. they’re playing in belgium on tuesday… & while it sounds far, antwerpen is about as far away from me as amsterdam… hmmm… of course, if i do go, i won’t be able to eat before mom gets back… i can live without food… but my parents really don’t like it when i spontaneously go to another country when they’re not here… where was i? oh right, how much i loved jason webley & especially amanda palmer. i met them! they’re exactly as nice & awesome as you’d expect them to be. i was too nervous to say much more than “hi!”, “can i get a hug?” & “thank you!” to them. but still, i met them! & love them even more now. amanda did kind of have a creepy way of looking at you though. now i know EXACTLY what harry means when he says that he sometimes had the uncomfortable feeling that dumbledore was x-raying him. she said that i was beautiful. & kissed me all over my face. she wasn’t entirely sober :p

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the awesome people i met at the show, one even drove me all the way home later so i didn’t have to leave absurdly early with the train! they were so nice not having to go to suriname with my mom & brother! having the house all to myself for two weeks vintage dresses spending money, despite not so pleasant consequences dressing up for totally mundane things the prospect of having a job with a real, regular income soon, even though the job in question is high up on my list of things i never wanted to do compliments from strangers bright red lipstick ballerina shoes impromptu buffy marathons when i’m too exhausted for anything very productive

that’s all for this week! & just so you know, my friday features post will probably be a day late too.

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to the evelyn evelyn show last night, which was amazing. GO SEE THEM. you won’t regret it. sxip shirey, jason webley & amanda palmer were awesome as well. & speaking of jason webley & amanda palmer, I MET THEM AFTER THE SHOW. they’re so awesome. but, since this an outfit post, i’ll spare you those details. i’ll save that for things i love thursday later :p

dress: vintage
waistcoat: handmade
underskirt: handmade
hat: miami ink
necklace: pieces
rings: sugar mafia, abysmal, gifts
shoes: doc martens
bag: living dead souls (& yes, it does actually play music!)
makeup: hema eyeliner, lancome eye pencil & mascara, mac lipstick

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isn’t that dress amazing? the day before yesterday i discovered this amazing little vintage store in rotterdam, where i just couldn’t leave without a few dresses. this was one of them :] i love it. i felt like chuck from pushing daisies in it. except that she certainly wouldn’t have paired it with doc martens, heh.

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boy, am i pale. i already knew i was pale of course, but boy, am i pale. i almost look white! it may sound like i think that’s a bad thing, but i really don’t. i’ve always found pale skin prettier than tan. i think i’ll just keep avoiding the sun like a plague :]

& a little what’s-in-my-bag feature, because i was so baffled at the amount of things i could stuff in that little bag, i had to share it. in it i had: a jacket for when it got cold later, a bottle of orange soda, a wallet nearly as stuffed as my bag, smint sugar-free mints, old christina aguilera pocket mirror, mac lipstick, camera which i didn’t use, a pack of tissues, a large evelyn evelyn t-shirt, evelyn evelyn cd, pack of evelyn evelyn playing cards, the now signed ticket, my cell phone which i forgot to picture & some paper junk i didn’t picture either.

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oh god, this pinafore gave me so much trouble, i’m SO glad it’s finally done. it’s for a photoshoot for creepy queen magazine by nitemare photography. i’m pretty excited about it.
& it will be for sale when i get it back.

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what do you think? i would really like some opinions on it.
i apologize for being so brief, but i’m kind of in a hurry. there’s still soooo much i have to do before i go to amsterdam for evelyn evelyn later. like ship that pinafore.

thanks for looking!

manic monday

Posted: April 26, 2010 in inspiration
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vogue paris, april 2008
photographer: mikael jansson
model: guinevere van seenus

something a little different this week. instead of featuring a bunch of items from etsy, i will feature something, or rather someone, from deviantart. a writer.

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autumn christian is probably the most amazing unpublished (concerning actual books) writer i’ve ever come across. she calls herself a horror writer, but her work is so, SO much more than that. i can’t really explain it, you’ll have to read her work for yourself. (unless you’re very sensitive about scary/gory/god-related things, then you probably shouldn’t)

i’d recommend starting with he whispers like flowers, it’s not too long & like everything else, amazingly written. i mean, just read this: “He tasted like the snow my feet used to freeze in. Did you know the devil whispers like flowers? He does.
& another one of my favourites is walk on water, baby, if only for this piece of amazingness: ‘”Hell is a hallway with a single exit door. And on that door is a sign that says ‘This is not for you.’ You can leave hell any time, did you know that? you just have to leave by that door. Most of humanity will spend close to an eternity in hell because of this. Because ‘This is not for you.’”
“I don’t understand. “
“You never imagined,” God said, “that salvation would come through disobedience.
“‘

seriously, check out her work. if you like reading at all (& are not easily disturbed), you will not be disappointed.