Celia. Fifteen. High school sucks. Push the limits.

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Sunday, February 28, 2010

EVERYTHING THAT SHINE AIN'T ALWAYS GONNA BE GOLD


Should be homeworking. Instead, I'm ... blogging? I kind of don't like that word. It sounds fat. Not like people who blog are fat, like the word is fat. Chubby. Squat.
Nevermind...

Saturday, February 20, 2010

THOSE WILL BE THE BEST MEMORIES






I know tons of bloggers have been posting about the Proenza Schouler Fall 2012 RTW show, so..I'm kind of just following the crowd. But what I thought was most amazing was the printssssss. Sort of divinely inspired, yes? Well, maybe that's an overstatement. But anyways, I thought they were stunning. I loved 'em. The rest of the collection was great, too, don't get me wrong--very gothish, dark, leather, mixed with the prints--and altogether ingenius. But I just loved the prints the most. So, there we go: my favorites.

Memories, by David Guetta ft. Kid Cudi

Friday, February 19, 2010

HEY ALL, WHOEVER YOU MAY BE

I'VE GOT HUNGRY EYES


I just watched DIRTY DANCING for the jillionth time, prompting me to buy the soundtrack..yes, you heard (read?) right. Good sixties music + good eighties music = a very happy Celia. Definitely one of my favorite movies.. plus I'd KILL for her highwaisted jean shorts.

Hungry Eyes, by Eric Carmen

images from cicucoco

REMEMBER WHEN I CAUGHT YOUR EYE



Just thought I'd give a couple of pictures from my winterball.. dress was from UrbanOutfitters, headband also. My mom was looking at the pictures, and she goes "Wow, you look so different from all the other girls you were with.."
SCORE. Goal accomplished.

Heartbreaker, by MSTRKRFT ft. John Legend

LIKE TOY SOLDIERS


Like Toy Soldiers, by Eminem

image from cicucoco

Saturday, February 13, 2010

LATE ON THIS

I know I'm a little late on this, but I really have to pay my respects to the genius that was Alexander McQueen. He was a true artist, and he will be missed. But I for one feel slightly differently than what seems to be the communal opinion of the fashion world. Many seem to have the sentiment of, "He will never know how much he will be missed." It is my personal opinion that this may have been the reason what happened, happened. There must be a horrible amount of pressure that accompanies the rise of such an icon, and who are we to judge if he simply couldn't handle it? Maybe he couldn't handle the pressure. Or, what I feel to be more likely, is that he simply was overwhelmed by his own success, and the loss of his mother, may she rest in peace as well, pushed him over the edge. Whatever be the case, his amazing abilities and ensuing, sudden death has and will continue to touch us all. Rest In Peace, Alexander McQueen.