I found some Sophie Calle books downstairs: “Do You See Me” and “Double Game”.

My mom loves Sophie Calle and everything French.

Sophie Calle is a contemporary French artist who is known for following strangers and documenting their private lives through photography and writing. She takes pictures of hotel rooms, the people she “spies” on, and taxidermy animals. She has been fictionalized and turned into a character in three different novels. The following picture is from her book “Double Game”, co-authored with Paul Auster.

Once, she let 28 people sleep in her bed for eight hour shifts in eight days so she could photograph them. Another time, she followed a man named “Henri” from Paris to Venice to document his travels.

She met a man at a party but hated his tie. She anonymously sent him a better one for his own good. She decided to dress him head to toe and sent him one beautiful article of clothing- one year a hat, one year pants, etc- every Christmas until he had a complete outfit. She did all of this anonymously.

I love this picture (below). Trench coats, cute`111111111112l;;;; round hats, pigeons. Like a more artsy form of Japanese street style picture.


Another wonderful spy is Harriet the Spy. She is eleven and also enjoys spying and writing about her subjects. She wears glasses and red sweatshirts.

She follows people, spying on them, and writes about them in her special notebook. Though she is a little harsh and it gets her in trouble, she is still creative and an excellent spy. She reminds me quite a bit of Sophie Calle.


Those are two spies I am going to write about, as I think they are probably the most well-known and interesting.

As some of you probably know, I recently wrote for Rookie. The link is here if you are interested in reading it:




I am finally wearing pants/trousers! O, fraptious day!

The perfect little-cousin’s-birthday-party-outfit! Two people complimented my Docs. I wear them every day!

This is my favorite headband. It’s all embroidered and it’s so pretty!


Wearing: Vietnamese headband; Cotton On tee shirt; old cardigan that I think used to be my mom’s; hand-me-down orange corduroys; and Doctor Marten boots, as usual.

I remember that once a kid asked if I was Christian or anti-Christian while wearing this shirt because of the upside-down cross-like figures in the owl’s eyes.

“But… you’re not goth, are you?”

I really didn’t mean to rip my tights. A loose thread got caught on my chair in science. I was wearing a pretty short mostly-black dress (this) and black Doc boots. I also happened to be wearing a Vietnamese navy headband. Someone asked me if I was goth now.

My webcam is really messed up and it took 2 pictures. Which do you prefer? I like the 2nd one. it kind of looks film-ish and vintage.















Today I had the delightful experience of calling a boy who lives down the street to ask if he wanted to hang out. I was all alone on a Saturday, stuck at home, and I wanted some frozen yogurt but didn’t want to go alone. Besides, we sat together at lunch, and talked about Chuck Norris and string ensemble (he plays viola, I play upright bass), so I kind of assumed we were friends. He wasn’t home and later I got a message from the kid. He had that “uh-why-did-you-call-me-you-weirdo” tone to his voice and said “um” a lot in a very intentional way. Great. I’m getting kind of sick of how girls in the USA can’t be friends with guys. I try to be friendly and we always get along well at school, but if we hang out, suddenly it’s weird. Why can’t we all just be friends and make a cake of rainbows and smiles and then we can all eat it and be happy?

Is it my tights?

In other non-fashion-related news, I got the part of Lady Larken in the school play, “Once Upon a Mattress”. It was a lead in the original but in the middle school version I just have one song and my character is an idiot. I still get to sing, though (a duet with Sir Harry, my fiance) and so I guess that means they thought I didn’t suck at it too much. Yay me! (London Tipton, anyone?) (Oh god.) I’m pretty happy!

Wearing: Dad’s wrinkly shirt with rolled-up sleeves; thrifted denim shirt (tucked into back); Forever 21 green corduroy skirt; ripped Target tights; Docter Marten boots.


My parents went to Paris last week and my mom brought me back a present. An amazing present. Seriously.

Repetto ballet flats!!! ^.^

My feet felt so dainty and small after wearing those Doc Marten boots for about a month straight. I love these, they’re super cool, but I don’t really know how to wear them uniquely. Leave me a comment!

Love, Ruby


I took my ukulele out for a walk with a friend yesterday. Both being fashion bloggers, we liked to point out cool fashiony things on the way to Fro-Yo World and sing along to A Very Potter Musical songs with the uke. We were dressed, but we didn’t wear costumes or get dressed especially to please the public. Or even interest anyone. Or even look particularly good ourselves. (I can only speak for myself here, because it would be unfair to say that my friend shares my views. Maybe she does, maybe she doesn’t. The point is- we looked wonderful, but I myself care more about clothes than how they make my body look. I like things to fit, but my wardrobe is not based around me looking skinny and hlskdlkfnvlliowjfnzlsol…)We just wore what we liked, which lead to me being both flattered and unamused at the 20-year-olds that asked to take my picture with their iPhone. They walked off giggling. Very funny- let’s make a 14-year-old with a ukulele suddenly feel awkward about herself. At least the frozen yogurt was delicious, but I still was kind of mad. How dare they make fun of me like that? Yes, it was decided that they were making fun of me. They asked where I was from- “Mars”, they probably whispered to themselves, giggling stupidly.

Then I got home and shook it off and realized that nothing had actually happened. Someone thought I looked interesting and took a picture of me, and then walked away, while proceeding to laugh at something that could have been entirely irrelevant. Then I realized that even if they had been laughing at me, who cares? First of all, I didn’t even know them and would never see them again. Second of all, isn’t it one of my ultimate goals to achieve the nirvana of self-acceptance and confidence? Yes, I own a mirror. I am hygienic. I brush my hair. But I don’t inspect myself closely for blemishes every morning, then scold my body and feel upset at a minor flaw. I don’t wear makeup not because I’m cocky or overconfident, but because I feel no desire to look pretty. Yes, that’s right. I have moved onto the stage of utmost acceptance and I don’t even care if I am attractive or not. I try to be polite and kind and approachable, but I know I do not naturally look like a model and I’m not going to waste any time pretending to. I’m not trying to have you all comment, “BUT UR SOO PURDY OMG STOPP” or something. I think I’m around the average mark. I kind of like my eye color. But I don’t feel any desire to change how I look. I don’t know how to explain why. I just don’t, like you might not really care if your hair is brown or dirty blond, because it really doesn’t make a big difference in any way. This is almost directly linked to my attitude towards clothing. I don’t care if clothes look “flattering” on me- but I do care how my clothes look. They are my armor. They are sculpture. It’s wearing my heart on my sleeve in an *almost* literal sense. (Not my real heart, but my real sleeve, that is.) I can put on a character or a mood or an idea into clothes. I would feel more self-conscious in something that didn’t reflect me or something about me. The one thing I will never be ashamed of is my body. I’m stuck with it so I may as well get used to it and its scars and big feet.

What are your beauty standards for yourself?


I have no post ideas, so here are some old outfit pictures. Sorry.

What did you wish for at 11:11 11/11/11?  I missed it by a few minutes and was really really really sad. But I did get a chance in the AM one.

I know nothing about politics but I always liked this shirt. Sorry everyone if he’s terrible, and you’re welcome if he’s awesome.

I was too lazy to go put on shoes for this outfit, as I haven’t left the house all day. I wore my new Docs if you were wondering. Also, as you CANNOT SEE (I HATE NOT HAVING A CAMERA) I am wearing a Vietnamese skirt and my long skirt with crosses on it that makes me feel like a mall-goth-witch-Ouija-board-maniac.

This is what I wore to my cousin’s 6th birthday dinner last night. He was adorable! This dress really is blueish purple, but Photobooth is a little beotch. Also, it looks more like a circle-skirt in dress form than a potato sack, not that you could ever tell by this picture.

I wore my Daria army jacket (not actually Daria merchandise, but it looks just like her’s!) and carried my cigar box purse. It was still quite “simple” for me, and I felt too minimalistic and plain, so I added a bunch of pins and buttons to the jacket.

I love semi-opaque tights because all knees are gross looking.

I’m working on a skirt, and it’s not looking good so far. More on that later though! Byesies, my readers, darlings! Thanks for my daily 80 page views/day on average. I know it’s not that much but it looks like a big number and I’m really happy that you guys have been so loyal to this blog! I never thought that anyone read it.

I wish I were Hermione Granger

Today I’m here to talk to you about “crazy clothes”. Quite simply, my thesis when explaining why I dress ‘like that’ is: I get dressed, and everyone else makes it weird. In other words, I wear whatever I want and society is the one who decides if it’s weird or not, not me. I dress to put on a certain character, or to express my feelings. Some people like to make drawings, etc to express themselves- I do it through sculpture, and I like to have a body, usually mine, as the template to work with. I create 3D “art” (it sounds narcissistic, and I’m not saying I’m a fashion prodigy or artist or anything, but that’s how I see fashion in general) and I wear it around. I don’t do it  because I’m a show-off, or a hipster, or an exhibitionist. I don’t do anything just for attention. I try to make art, while at the same time expressing the message that we don’t all have to be the same. If I dress the way I do, and society puts the label “weird” on it, then it is weird. If society puts the label “normal” on it, then it is normal. Labels, however important to some people, never change the outfit or what it means to me.

Someone asked me if I would still dressed the way I do if everyone else did, too. I said yes. Then I thought about it later- I would never change myself drastically for society. I gave up makeup long ago, vowing to myself to never long to be pretty again. Whether something is “flattering” no longer determines if an outfit should be worn by me or not. However, I might make some changes, tweaks, to express my feelings about the pressure to all be the same. Be smart, be athletic, be creative, or don’t… but look like robots, or else you are an attention-seeker, a hipster, a bitch, or a weirdo. I would try to dress the way I wanted, but that message is worth putting on the extra bow for, don’t you think?

That’s it. What do you think? Do weird clothes exist? If everyone dressed just like you, would you change yourself to be different?

Wearing: Chinese hat with DIY eyes; DIY dino clip; outermost shirt- thrifted. Lace shirt- found in nattic (really old).  Yellow shirt- thrifted. Skirt- Orla Kiely. Tights- Target. Collar- cut off an old Halloween costume. Shoes- Docter Martens. Random pin.Just a better look at the hat/collar/etc details. The shirt used to have shoulder pads.

Pin: “Your 15 minutes are up.”

Is it okay to bring a purse made of a cigar box to school?

Science is BORING. Aaah. I don’t mind any other subjects, and I do okay in science, it’s just that it’s so BORING. Now we’re making cars and we’re going to race them. It’s supposed to teach us about Newton’s laws of motion. I know what you’re thinking… “wow, how fun! You get to play games and race cars and decorate things with glitter in class!”… but it’s not like that. It’s tedious and you need to do all these measurements and gluing and working with other people (I hate working with other people for school projects, even my best friends) and stuff. I decided to actually acomplish something useful in that time so as I worked I made some duct tape accessories. The necklace I made was terrible, so I gave it to a seventh grader and he flipped out with joy, and wore it around all day. I don’t get it either, but he’s like my favorite person now.

Pretty, aren’t they? I’m getting quite good at them and people are asking me to make them some. (Is this sarcasm?)

On an even lighter note, I went into a vintage store a few months ago and found this cool purse made of a cigar box. It was like $30 or something though (I’m cheap) so I just forgot about it until a few days ago, when I went back and saw that it was still there for less than half the original price!

Here it is! My new favorite purse!

And a question for you today: Do you prefer reading outfit posts, inspiration posts, reviews or comments on runway stuff when you read fashion blogs? Also, please let me know what you think about the title. I probably won’t  bring it but I’d like to know what you think.