The style of cool (or, blue day, headache, musings)**
Confession:
I've always wanted to be a manic pixie dream girl. Not so much in attitude, as the closest real life representatives I've met are actually pretty fucked-up individuals. Also, not too reliable. I, on the other hand, am notoriously reliable. We can't remix our natures, people.
But I want the clothes. The style. That flowey retro aggressively cutsey without being too over the top look that Zooey Deschanel pulls off just by getting out of bed style. That style that screams DREAMER, and also artsy, possibly funky in bed, with an air of unreliable melancholy about her. She loves Serge Gainsbourg and shops vintage! Her blogs are filled with clean lines * and photos of items we all wish we had thought to take pictures of!
I got the dreamy melancholic part down. And my dance moves in bed are none of your damn business. But I'm not a manic pixie dream girl in style.
I work more in Cayce Pollard units. I refuse to wear clothes that alert anyone as to who made them. Shoes are another story, but over the years, my everyday style has pared down to plain scoop-necked Ts and long-sleeved Ts. Sometimes I'll wear one over the other. Usually with jeans or a pair of neutral-colored khaki pants. And Original (pre-Nike) Converse. I throw a funky cardigan over the whole affair and label myself The World's Oldest Post-Punk Librarian. A skirt and pair of tights may get thrown into the mix, but the overall effect is pretty much the same.
I'm told, by people who are quite fond of me I should add, that my style--accidental or not--works for me. That I give off an aura of unstudied cool. I cannot help but be pleased by this. Fuck not caring about what others think! Someone out there looks at me and thinks I'm cool. It may be a bit adolescent, but don't we all want that at least a little?
Sometimes I wonder, will I still dress like this when I'm sixty-plus? And will I still be considered cool? Perhaps by then I won't give a fuck. Then I truly will be.
*I actually adore Blaze Danielle--twee name and all--because she makes great art.
**Yes, I realize I am posting quite a bit lately. I think it's in reaction to midterms. Don't ask.
I've always wanted to be a manic pixie dream girl. Not so much in attitude, as the closest real life representatives I've met are actually pretty fucked-up individuals. Also, not too reliable. I, on the other hand, am notoriously reliable. We can't remix our natures, people.
But I want the clothes. The style. That flowey retro aggressively cutsey without being too over the top look that Zooey Deschanel pulls off just by getting out of bed style. That style that screams DREAMER, and also artsy, possibly funky in bed, with an air of unreliable melancholy about her. She loves Serge Gainsbourg and shops vintage! Her blogs are filled with clean lines * and photos of items we all wish we had thought to take pictures of!
I got the dreamy melancholic part down. And my dance moves in bed are none of your damn business. But I'm not a manic pixie dream girl in style.
I work more in Cayce Pollard units. I refuse to wear clothes that alert anyone as to who made them. Shoes are another story, but over the years, my everyday style has pared down to plain scoop-necked Ts and long-sleeved Ts. Sometimes I'll wear one over the other. Usually with jeans or a pair of neutral-colored khaki pants. And Original (pre-Nike) Converse. I throw a funky cardigan over the whole affair and label myself The World's Oldest Post-Punk Librarian. A skirt and pair of tights may get thrown into the mix, but the overall effect is pretty much the same.
I'm told, by people who are quite fond of me I should add, that my style--accidental or not--works for me. That I give off an aura of unstudied cool. I cannot help but be pleased by this. Fuck not caring about what others think! Someone out there looks at me and thinks I'm cool. It may be a bit adolescent, but don't we all want that at least a little?
Sometimes I wonder, will I still dress like this when I'm sixty-plus? And will I still be considered cool? Perhaps by then I won't give a fuck. Then I truly will be.
*I actually adore Blaze Danielle--twee name and all--because she makes great art.
**Yes, I realize I am posting quite a bit lately. I think it's in reaction to midterms. Don't ask.