“You’re considered superficial and silly if you’re interested in fashion, but I think you can be substantial and still be interested in frivolity”—Sofia Coppola via Fashionista.com. I agree wholeheartedly. fashion isn’t exactly brain surgery. but it’s important and complex in its own way. appreciate that, world (via evachen212)
Don’t get me wrong- I watch Sex and The City. I never got why she wore a lot of shit on her head, or why she thought Chris Noth was remotely fuckable, but I still dug that slutty old lady who made all the cock puns. I’ve seen most of the episodes, I’ve drank booze and saw them with my ‘girlfriends’ and at one point I concluded I may have been a Miranda even though I’m not a ginger bitch. However, there’s been something about the show that has been gnawing at me lately.
I’ve been out of college with a writing degree for almost a year now. I too, moved to NYC (well, Brooklyn, but I wear more skinny jeans than Charlotte) to pursue writing. And I’ve done pretty well with it, soo fucking whoop-de-do for me, but something’s been bothering me and I just need to get it off my chest:
Carrie Bradshaw, you gotta be tripping balls to have us believe that you can sustain yourself that extravagantly on that one stupid-ass column. You lying bitch!
It’s been a long time coming, but I want to finally launch my personal style blog. It’s going to be a combination of outfit posts, the places and people in my life. Essentially a public lifestyle journal. Only problem is I can’t think of a name… suggestions? Please & thank you :)
“I just want someone who wants to hang out all the time and thinks I’m the best person in the world and wants to have sex with only me. And it makes me feel very stupid to tell you this, because it makes me sound like a girl who wants to, like, go to brunch. And I really don’t want to go to brunch and I don’t want you to, like, sit on the couch while I shop or even meet my friends; I don’t even want that. … And I don’t really see you hearing me, and I don’t really see you changing, so I just summed it up. And I’m sorry that I didn’t figure it out sooner and you must think I’m even stupider than you thought I was already. But consider it a testament to your charms, because you might not know this, but you are very, very charming. And I really care about you. And I don’t want to anymore, because it feels too shitty for me. So I’m gonna leave.”—Girls