Zoe Kravitz

The gorgeous child of Lisa Bonet and Lenny Kravitz has a killer style...with genes like that, a girl is bound to be a hippie-rocker-grunge goddess. On and off the red carpet, her style perfectly marries vintage glam, boho beauty, and rocker babe into look that is all her own.  As the front woman of the indie psychedelic rock Elevator Fight, Zoe not only has a pretty face from her mother, but a perfectly raw voice from her father as well.

What can I say, she's a total babe. Take a gander:

Style crush, all the way!

Pins Pins Pins

Voodoo Girl
by Tim Burton

Her skin is white cloth,
and she's all sewn apart
and she has many colored pins
sticking out of her heart.

She has many different zombies
who are deeply in her trance.
She even has a zombie
who was originally from France.

But she knows she has a curse on her,
a curse she cannot win.
For if someone gets
too close to her,

the pins stick farther in.

This Is Just How I Feel Today...

Sometimes words just can't describe how one feels...

Dear High Heels, Thank You (And Other Random Musings)

It's snowy where I am. And I mean really snowy...imagine about 5 feet of snow covering everything. I am a huge advocate of wearing boots, and of course high heels, but sometimes I get really afraid to wear heels over ice and two-inch-deep-in-snow sidewalks. This is where my lovely, trusty pair of H&M booties come in handy. As you can see from the picture, they have a lovely rubber wedge that leads to a lace-up bootie with a smushy plush lining. In a word- perfect. Unlike my other boots that I usually wear (where I slip and slide over everything remotely snow-covered), these keep me delightfully grounded despite below-freezing temperatures. I recommend these, one hundred percent! Plus, I think they are freaking adorable....don't you agree?

Since I'm never short of sources for inspiration, I thought I would just post some pictures of things that have really been inspiring me this Winter Season...I always delight in dressing is tons of loose layers and boots, thigh-highs and stockings, hats and big loopy scarves, and of course my usual look of positively dripping in jewelry...not to mention the Holiday parties and family get-together's that are so abundant this time of year! I'm excited, to say the least, and here are some photos that I recently have been looking at and loving. Take a peek at these marvelous photos, and see if you get inspired.

  I've been listening to Nirvana, The White Stripes, and Amy Winehouse all day. It's been super.
Now excuse me, I have some more Christmas cookies to bake up, and going to attempt to make a pair of rings using just wire...adventures all around today! Plus...it's Saturday! Fun in store for tonight? I think so :)

I Miss Your Ginger Hair and The Way You Like to Dress

There has been a lot of talk about youth culture- and while some pseudo-adults(you know the type...the 16 year olds who think they've got all the wisdom of a 43-year-old, that they are past their prime, and much too mature to participate in such foolish activities as going to parties where "Animal" is playing over the speakers and black light parties) would be up in arms about me calling their age group "youth", that's just what it is. Yes, I'm an adult, and I make very real, adult decisions on a day-to-day basis. But I'm young. I have no misconceptions of how I act- I know I am not ready to have children, be married, and the mere thought of having a fiancee terrifies me. But I don't care, because I'm having the time of my life right now. And yes I make mistakes, and yes, I'm grateful for every single one. Yes, I party. I doll myself and the girls up in glitter and eyeliner, we mess our hair up, we dance around like crazy people. We are living our lives to the very fullest, not wasting our precious moments of life on people who don't matter and things that can wait. We live for the moment. To those people who think our lifestyle is irresponsible or "immature", I don't have much to say to you. I work hard at school and work during the week. I take care of myself financially. I make live-changing choices all the time. I don't rely on too many people. I'm self-suffecient, passionate, and hard working. And on the weekends, I party hard.
I think being away at college has just been so liberating for me. I do what I want to do, what I need to do, and I am having a blast. It's not all fun, as someone who has lived away from home can tell you, but it's amazing what the experience does for an individual. I'm no longer self-conscious at all. I'm confident in a way that doesn't come across as arrogance, but assured. I'm just myself, wholly and completely. I'm not so contrived and insecure that I feel the need to publicly announce my accomplishments, GPA, or public records.  It would be childish and petty to mock other's lifestyles that may differ from my own, so I don't. Let people be people, be who they want to be. I don't need the reassurance of a boyfriend, but when I did have a boyfriend, I treated him like gold, and when I dp again, it'll be the same. But I don't need that. The mad to live people, the crazy, the wild, the party people- these are the people who get stereotyped. Being a girl who is excited to be alive, whose victories come on a daily basis (successfully making microwave popcorn, painting my nails with only a couple smudges and re-do's, saving a couple dollars at the grocery store), who goes out on the weekend, who wears glitter and probably too much eyeliner, who stomps shamelessly around in boots and never desires to look like everybody else, who lives life with delightful irrevrence, maybe I get lumped into this stereotype. But you know what? I don't care. People who are free, people who are wildly joyful at the prospect of a good time with their best friends, people who are not afraid to get a little dirty, to break the mold....come join me. People will look down on us, people will invariably judge us, people will mock us. But what will we Weekend Warriors do? We'll turn the music up louder, kiss someone new, scream shout and holler, and dump on more glitter.
But I should go. See, it's Friday night, and I have some fantastic plans involving some fantastic people. If you're a free spirit, a person who is desirous of everything...well...I'll save some glitter for you.

You Can Call Me a Dreamer...

I had the most fantastic dream last night. I started awake immediately after and scribbled it down so as not to forget it upon waking, but that turned out to be unnecessary. I remembered it wholly and completely, and needed to reference the scribbled-on post-it only once, to get the poem exactly right.

I think I may have been outcast royalty. The dress I was wearing was like a cloud, all swirling organza made of the most vivid orange and turquoise, only it was torn and tattered in some places. I was in a dark forest, but as dreams usually work, I was inexplicably transported to a completely white world. No shapes, no walls, just white all around me. No wind even, it was complete stillness. I figured I had died, but I reached out a hand in front of me. As I reached out, my finger touched something, and from where my finger had touched, black lace swirled out, covering the surface with lace. I had something like the Midas Touch, only my touch coated things with black lace, not turned things to gold. I was thrilled and ran around, touching the whiteness around me, revealing everything I could not see before. I was in a great big room, and the last thing I touched was a desk. As I ran my hand over the whiteness above it, books appeared, covered in lace as well, and I could not open any of them, as they were completely covered in lace. As more and more books appeared, I became bored and made to stop, but not before revealing one book. It was black, as was the rest of the world I had revealed around me, but it did not coat in lace, therefore making it able to open. I picked it up, and, curious, I opened it. It was a poem, scrawled in black on pure white pages, signed with my name. It read:
My eyes can only see beauty,

My ears can only hear song,

My lips move only to smile or kiss,

My touch belongs to everyone.
-E.B

I traced my fingers over the words, and lay down, isolated in my new world of whiteness and lace.

And then I woke up.

David Downton

David Downton has created some of the most dreamy, ethereal, fashion-oriented illustrations that I've seen in a really long time. They are as close to perfection that I can imagine- they are dreamy yet solidified- I can almost imagine myself living in a world of his drawings. I wonder what sort of magnificent world that would be like...I think I would like it.

We Runnin' This Town Just Like a Club

Finals are done, it's snowing outside, and plans for tonight! I'm thinkin' it's a Ke$ha kind of night...will probably involve a couple bottles, some glitter sprinkling (or dousing) in some dorm rooms,  messy hair, too much eyeliner, boots, boys, and running through snow-frosted streets! Right now, nap-time to prep for a crazy, wild, debaucherous night! When the dark of the night comes around, that's the time that the animal comes alive looking for something wild!