Tommy Ton: Street Style

Photographer Tommy Ton shot some street style around the 2013 Spring shows. Here are just a few of my favorites.

 

The beading is incredible, but something about that embroidered circle in the middle of the chest just makes me ^O^

Oh hey. Comme Des Garcons and “That Girl” ‘s lovechild

DAT SKIRT. Seriously. The closest thing I have to that is Jesus bandaids that I use decoratively on sweaters.

When I grow my bangs out this will be the first thing I try.

And now, my very very favorite picture I saw that speaks for itself…

The Refined Ref

Just a regular outfit post, everyone. Picked out by my friend Megan (approved and accessorized by moi, of course).

I am wearing: H&M capris; thrifted blouse; Doc Marten shoes; found Shakespeare bag; DIY headband.

In other news: I am moving later this week!

In other other news: I got a Polaroid camera (IE, my dad got one for a party and never used it so I’ve been keeping it in my room and taking pictures of my dog sleeping)!

Spies

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.


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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.

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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:

http://rookiemag.com/2011/11/the-in-crowd/

Guess who didn’t go to the midnight premier of HP?

I had the best time in Vermont! It was amazing and it felt great to have fresh air in my lungs and a blue sky over my head. It was very inspiring of drawings and songs I created while I was there. Being in the mountains also made me realize how little people appreciate a blue sky when it’s there every day- I never realized how much of an affect the lack of it would have on me until I was trapped under it for so long. On the last day of camp, four people were chosen to hold a candle that represented each of the four elements while everyone else sobbed and sang (about the end of camp, not the candles… ahem) and I was given the “air” candle for my “appreciation of air and the sky”. That really made me think.

Anyway, I’m sorry my mom neglected to post for me. She had good intentions, she still likes you guys! She just didn’t want to mess up my blog and embarrass me. Unfortunately, that made most of you guys go away so I’m going to have to get re-connected and you can help by spreading the word about this blog! I’m sorry. I promise I don’t mean to be such a walking advertisement.

I’m very aware that it’s June, but I’m going to a new school next year and I’ve been thinking about it a lot. 8th grade is uber important! It will affect the rest of my life: my grades will affect my high school, college and then career, and because I’m not moving again after this, the friends and (hopefully not) enemies will stay with me through high school and maybe beyond. I can’t think of a year in my life that will be more important than 8th grade. Maybe my junior year of HS?

Either way, I’m going to be posting some back-to-school vibes, some of which I might have already posted.

birdwings.tumblr.com, Tavi (style rookie), random Tumblr, tulletulle.tumblr.com, Lexi (quirky explosion), Bridge to Terabithia

Ahh, I love cool shoes and sharpening pencils. I also love my handwriting on the first week of school. Just writing this is making me excited for the fall- my favorite season for weather and fashion!

While I was at camp, I noticed there is no such thing as summer camp fashion, so, at the same time, there was. The lack of creativity in the way people dressed inspired creativity in general, I suppose. There was a very specific “style”: friendship bracelets and other random things strangling one arm , wearing the clothes you don’t care about getting dirty, big rainboots for easy access and to keep out mud. Here’s a little snippet of what I usually wore at camp. (My boots had holes in them and I had to throw them out.)

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That’s about all I have to show you now. Just be sure to check for updates because I’m going to begin to post regularly again. As a “PS”, I am in the middle of sewing a skirt and I have just finished a bow and a belt. Here’s the belt.Eek! A few threads came loose!Details.

You and I, we might be strangers

Heh, enjoying my creepy GIF? I originally did it as a picture of my new yellow shirt for the blog, but it turned out shadowey so I took another picture without moving the camera, and voila. I’m sure that was absolutely fascinating. Don’t worry, that’s not what this post is for, making that (which took 5 seconds) just made me feel really techmawlogie smuurrt.

Sooo, the real point was that I was walking around Providence today… I KNOW RIGHT?!?… and I stepped into Berk’s (as some readers may recall, my new favorite shoe and clothing store) to gaze longingly at the most beautiful and expensive Docs I’ve ever wanted this badly. Then my mom said she found a near identical pair online for about 2 thirds the price, which still left me $40 in my shoe budget (AKA life savings which I spend on shoes) so I bought this uh-maaaayzing pair of shoes! It’s still expensive, but I occasionally spend a lot on really beautiful things that will last me a long time. They had them in black and white, but I couldn’t resist the yellow! I LUV THEMMM. Still, not as much as the Docs, but one less awesome pair of shoes now and one awesome later is better than one awesome pair now… right? Here are some pictures of Providence and Berk’s.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And here are my new Vans, and what I wore today! Now that I live in a place with no constant construction or  pollution that blocks out the sun, outside pictures will become more frequent.

 

Wearing~ Tee: Cotton On. Skirt: from Vietnamese hill tribe. Shoes: Gladiators. (It was raining and I didn’t wanna ruin my new Vans)

One wing will never ever fly, dear, neither yours nor mine.

One Wing is my favorite Wilco song at the moment. That’s irrelevant to this post, but it’s been in my head for weeks and I thought I’d share.

What I really wanted to say was this: I MOVED! I moved out of Shenzhen, China, and I never have to go back! I mean, it was a good experience and all, but I really took fresh air and quiet for granted. And, you know, everything NOT being under construction so you need to hop over ditches and wires to walk to school. I love Providence! It’s so beautiful! I don’t have any pictures of downtown at the moment, but I will later today and I’ll post them then. For now, enjoy what I can see out of my windows.

(My new room with a blue floor!)

I also went thrifting for the first time in AGES. I went to the Salvation Army and got 4 things: a button-down print shirt, a grey blazer, a black blazer, and an eighties yellow striped tee shirt that hangs off one shoulder. Here are some pictures! Yaaaayyy! (sorry if they’re blurry, my camera sucks.)

This was $5!

$5.99Don’t remember how much this cost

I’ve been searching for a striped tee shirt to wear tucked into cuffed jeans for the summer with clogs or all-stars. It’s kind of my goal outfit for the next couple months. I was really craving one with longer sleeves and more fitted, but I like the color a lot.

OH! And one last note: I went into a tiny shoe store called “Berks” today and found the more amazing pair of floral Doc Marten’s ankle boots! Ah, Providence. I love them soooo much. I feel like they’re calling out to me! The thing is, they cost $120. I tried begging my mom to buy them for me, but I don’t think she will. I’m considering caving in and giving up my savings for this pair of shoes, but I don’t want to. If anyone knows where I can buy used Docs (including the internet) email me or tell me in the comments!

Here’s what I wore today- my new thrifted shirt is beautious!

Details, details!

Wearing~ shirt: Salvation Army. Shorts: Cotton On (HK). Shoes: supposed to be Vans, but aren’t :3 Bow on shorts: childhood

In the comments: Have you ever completely fallen in love with a pair of shoes?

Spank! hair and other stuff

I went to an arcade with my little brother today, and on the way back we stopped at a drugstore and I bought these cute little apple barrettes. From a distance I thought they were light pastels and got really excited, and I was all, “OMG I’M GONNA HAVE SPANK! HAIR LALALALALA”, but then I was all, “Oh, I guess I will simply have awesome hair as opposed to super-awesome hair.” So I bought these. They might not be pastel or even remotely Spank-ish like I thought, but I still love them.

When I got home, I looked in my room and found that I got some more awesome hand-me-downs (could you even call them that?) from my mom. She gave me this old Napoleon Dynamite wig she found in the depths of her closet, and a pretty necklace with leaf-thingies on them. Then, rummaging through random boxes and stuff, I found one more necklace, a plain plastic headband with infinite possibilities, and a hat for one of my old dolls, which I will now wear as my own. Too small? Nothing a couple bobby pins can’t solve.

 Wow. This picture sucks. Sorry. I had to hold my laptop over my bed to take the picture and I moved but I’m too lazy to redo it.

 Goooossshhh. “You look like my mom in 1982.” -dad

Oh, how I love tiny hats.

Ignore the owl pendant, I’m always wearing that. The necklaces mentioned above are the long shiny one and the chunky red/orange one. I love them both, but I wonder if what I wear is “elegant” enough for the leaf necklace, it’s so pretty and dainty. Oh! I almost forgot! I recently discovered Alex Prager, this really awesome photographer. She’s self-taught, and her photos are incredible.

These are my 2 favorite pictures. Bahbabababa, I’m lovin’ it. Especially the last one.

See ya. xx Ruby

Dotty legs

Today was one of the two days a week I can wear skirts (I have gym class on Monday, Tuesday, and Friday! Being such a wimp, it is awful in more than one way) so I took advantage and wore my Vietnamese tribal skirt, which my friend says looks like a rug. Oooohhh yeeeaaah, rug skirts FTW. I also wore my new voodoo doll brooch and Alexander McQueen ring that I made yesterday. Best. Outfit. Ever. In a long time.

I tried wearing black face paint as lipstick this morning, but I took it off at school when people kept letting me know the purple candy I had eaten was on my lips. Gah, some people just don’t get it! I need some REAL black lipstick. Maybe pastel green.

Here’s what I wore today.

This face is for everyone who wonders why I don’t usually smile in my pictures.

Shirt: Cotton On (HK). Vietnamese tribal skirt. Bag: Alexander McQueen. Brooch and ring: self-made. Legwarmers: Chinese street markets. Shoes: Doc Martens. Oh, and here are a few pictures I took after school.

Does ”pastel + bright = KABOOM” ?

I was trolling around on Yahoo Answers today and I came across a question, “How can I be more girly?” I always will disagree with people trying to change themselves to fall under a certain category or stereotype, but this question was actually very interesting. It specifically asked for things to wear to be a girly-girl.

The answers were mixed. Lots said to wear flashy colors like hot pink with angular, “80s-like clothing”, and some also said you should wear soft, light colors, like pastels, with lots of frilly floral things. I decided to put each to the test, and the two styles looked equally girlish. To be the ultimate  pink-barbie-vomit girl, I realized you had to combine the two classics to become the Super Queen of the Girly-Girls. I put this challenge to a test first with a still-life containing my glasses case, some ribbon from the art cabinet, an old plastic bracelet from my child years, some bright lipstick, and a bubblegum wrapper. Here it is:

Not the most artistic photo I’ve ever taken, unfortunately, but you get the idea. So, with those elements, I dove into my wardrobe and pulled out the outfit below. It’s actually more pastel than the flashy bright stuff, but it’s still something. That cardi is my best friend! It has lasted forever and it’s soooo pretty! And today I’m not wearing my owl pendant, I’m wearing, well, a DIFFERENT owl pendant. This one is shinier and it has cute little jewels on its eyes and feathers. And it’s hanging on a metal chain instead of string. Weeeiiirrdd.  I did a close-up below the main outfit picture so you can see my lipstick, shirt detail and necklace. It’s at the top of this post. Sorry for the sad/angry/tired expression on my face.

EXPERIMENT:  Try combining the two main “girly” trademark looks. Challenge accepted.

HYPOTHESIS: I will end up with a totally failed outfit that looks like a pony barfed.

RESULT: Everything went better than expected. Still not enough brightness to totally balance the look, though.

Skirt: really a cotton-on dress. Shirt: mom's vintage Orla Keily. Belt: reeeaally old from my mom. Cardi: Agnes B.