Showing posts with label thrifted. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thrifted. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Amidst It

Oh, where to begin?
Such is the curse of maximalism - I am a purveyor of accumulating...experiences. Damn, that was rather pompous of me. Duh - most of us are.
Anyways, a new academic year has begun.
New friends, old friends - a beautiful kerfuffle of the two I have experienced so far. I'm nearing two decades of life & have never felt more confident. Let's hope this is an exponentially increasing phenomenon. Throughout this procession, here is what I have adorned myself with - my costume for the production titled 'life':

[*note: not specific outfit photos, as will become clear. But they do a pretty decent job of showcasing my outfit.]

*beauty-related tidbit: finally donned dark lipstick! Red lipstick is high maintenance but hella feelin'-sexy-inducing.
who what wear?
  • gold, shimmery shirt: $6, thrifted
  • copper metallic pleated skirt: $10, Urban Outfitters
  • tan, tie-die print wedges: $10, Ross
  • <3-worthy work-of-art vest: $10, Temple of the Modern Girl (vintage store)
  • colourful feather earrings: $3, Aldo
Look at all these hipsters I have the privilege of working with.


I'd like to share one of my favourite quotes now. Pertinent, I believe. And so damn beautiful.

♪♫ "And those who were seen dancing 
were thought insane by those who could
not hear the music." ~ Nietzsche ♪♫





*p.s. as for the whole existential crisis thing, things like this keep me sane: "Striving for Muslim Women’s Human Rights", by Gwendolyn Zoharah Simmons.
 [http://thefeministwire.com/2012/08/striving-for-muslim-womens-human-rights/]


"We feminist Muslims – as our Jewish and Christian sisters have done – are bringing this insight and information to the forefront. We are arguing that Islam is NOT a monolithic structure etched in stone for eternity. We are seeking to separate Islam the religion from culture, tradition, and the social mores of the societies in which Islam arose and took root. We are reinterpreting the sacred texts anew from a feminist perspective. We are reviewing the history of the religion and are finding and bringing to the foreground earlier interpretations of earlier sects or groups in Islam whose views were more egalitarian, but were labeled heterodox and dismissed. We Muslim feminists seek to reinterpret, reconceptualize, contextualize, and historicize Islam and our societies’ rituals and practices."

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

One Vest, Two Sunshine Rays

Snaked my way through town
The sun hissed its rays on my skin

Clouded me with colour
with nary a cloud in sight

Eventually found the steps to the *Temple
in light of
capitalistic hallelujah.

^An ode to my recent beloved splurge on the most exquisite vest that has ever graced my upper body region. (*Bought at a vintage store fave, Temple of the Modern Girl).

Here I wear it two ways, on two different days, celebrating the anniversaries of the first cognizance of two dear comrades' existence (their birthdays). 

1.
 
who what wear?
  • blue print dress: $1, YWCA thrift store (I volunteer there every other Friday; drop by Vancouver peepz! Proceeds go to a great cause. 4399 Main st.)
  • 3-toned heels: thrifted, ~$3
  • blue scarf: F as in Frank vintage sale, < $2
  • vest of the outfit (ha ha): Temple of the Modern Girl, $12

2. 

who what wear?
  • shimmer-y gold shirt: $6, Salvation Army
  • tie-dye print wedges: $10, Ross
  • blue scarf: F as in Frank vintage sale, < $2
  • vest of the outfit: Temple of the Modern Girl, $12

^I love these comfortable darlings. I have vowed not to compromise my feet's comfort in exchange for aesthetic appeal. No.matter.how.difficult.that.will.be.

& this is how I am adorning myself in these *YOLO-y days of summer...

*(an adjective!? Drake, you are an abomination!)

Friday, February 10, 2012

Déjà vu.

A near-two month hiatus from blogging has my cerebral cortex begging me to allow itself to purge the cognitive diarrhea that I have, for nearly two years now, enjoyed sharing with you all.

It is with utmost pleasure that I announce that my room smells like chipotle mayonnaise. That my rectum is soon about to burst. That the end of my to-do-list is very assymptote-ic; I will never reach it. That in the last 4 months I have argued with precisely 4 males about the legitimacy of feminism as a social justice movement and its relevance in our society today. That I recently had the opportunity to perform spoken word poetry to a roomful of incredibly inspiring human beings about how Islam complements my post-colonialist, anti-imperialist, and feminist worldviews (!!!). That if I don't go to the washroom to relieve myself very soon, my chair will be very wet. That "CLIMATE CHANGE IS A REAL THING, GUYS!" and we should seriously be worried. Or reduce our carbon emissions and greenhouse gases. And fast, y'all.

Bee-arr-bee. I'm going to go pee.

In the meantime, here, a sartorial creation:



photo credit: my lovely resident, Elysse. World-renowned photographer she will be, some day, I bet.
who what wear?

  1. BROWN HEELED BOOTS WITH GOLD BUCKLE

    $5VALUE VILLAGE
  2. GOLD METALLIC TIGHTS

    $10H&M
  3. FLORAL DRESS

    $3VALUE VILLAGE
  4. VINTAGE YELLOW FUZZY SWEATER

    F AS IN FRANK
  5. FLORAL VEST

    $3THRIFTED; SALVATION ARMY
  6. PINK SCARF

    $5ARDENE'S
  7. ZEBRA-PRINT STACHEL

    $7H&m                                                                     


Alright, back from lavatory-related duties.
Only appropriate to share my current playlist, I feel:


 And this addictive number: I see the video as a satirical antithesis to the exotification of the Middle East. & taking a bad-arse stance against a certain country in the world that prohibits persons of a certain gender from partaking in a certain activity associated with automobiles. AND ALSO, I WANT, LIKE, ALL M.I.A.'s CLOTHES!!!!

 And how are you all doing, mes cheries? :)



"I fancied you’d return the way you said, but I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head)." ~