i sorta wanted to get in on the anti-SOPA/PIPA thing today but it’s obvious this bloog doesn’t have enough traffic to be impactful and i didn’t want to seem like i was just using it as an excuse to be lazy and not post. so then i thought about wearing all-black attire instead, i planned on having that ready specifically for this occasion. but as plans are wont to do, they got waylaid. so here i am posing in one of my rarer ensembles of blindingly light hues.
don’t you hate it when shit just doesn’t turn out right that way?
dress: Geld Iaz, 1998 | jeans: Gap, 2005 | coat: LGB / If Six Was Nine, 2005 | shoes: Dior, 2005 | cover-up (under coat): Initial [Hong Kong], 2009 | hat: vintage authentic Russian air force (flea market), 2007
you know those weirdos who persistently mistake kindness for weakness and only become nice when you start to treat them like shit in return?
no? it’s a difficult concept to grasp, i know. but, give it a try on one of those inexplicable perennial assholes in your life, what have you got to lose. works like a charm every time, believe that.
yeah so apparently Mexico has a “Fair Use Policy” (FUP) which allows ISPs to “apply a cap” and “limit the amount of data transfer” as they see fit. just something to keep in mind the next time you rent an international mobile wifi unit and haul all your snazzy fancy state of the art equipmenthalfway around the planet to a country that’s less than four hours away (and are yanking your hair bald wondering why the hell internet access is slower than AOL dial-up in 1996).
huh, just when i was seriously contemplating finally replacing my trusty tactile-keyboard-having dinosaur of a Blackberry with an iPhone, it’s good ole RIM that’s kinda kicking Apple’s ass for me these last couple days.
oh also: that title up there is really a bit of a playful misnomer, cuz obviously i’m not really very much “in motion” right now at all. i’m just sayin.
dress: DKNY, 2009 | shoes: Dsquared, 2004 | hat: Raya (Panarea), 2011 | scarf (on hat): Adrienne Vittadini, 2011
i give up. i mean, not that i’m complaining about the gorgeous weather or anything, but really– what the hell is one supposed to do when it’s 85° in October. just enjoy it and not waste it contemplating what the hells to wear, that’s what.
