top: Geld Iaz, 2012 | overalls: Uniqlo, 2010 | shoes: Dior, 2005 | hat: Zadig & Voltaire, 2010
so i guess a few people really like that Instagram idea. yay i’m so glad, good for you! :)
but before we start having any of those pesky Lookbooky type problems, i think maybe i should elaborate just a wee bit right now.
personally, i actually like EyeEm much much better, it’s far more artistic and infinitely more creative. subsequently, the users are substantially more discerning, empathic, and appreciative than Instagram. true, it may not have the mass social-media appeal and immense membership of “IG,” but the lack of quantitative traffic at EyeEm is surely and profoundly compensated in quality.
Instagram is kinda the opposite. don’t get me wrong– if, like most Instagram fashionistas, you merely mean to “curate” or “aggregate” other people’s (often copyrighted) images, then this is the place for you. the gaming of “followback” and “S4S” is as rampant as it is acceptable; it may even be compulsory if your ultimate goal is a massive monstrous multitude of followers. be forewarned however, there’s undoubtedly an insidiously cutthroat aspect at play; even if your images are original, they will be taken and re-posted by other “IGers” without consideration, concern, credit, or recourse.
i’m just sayin.
so there ya go, that’s just my two cents based on my own experience thus far. whichever you choose– enjoy! :)
dress: Geld Iaz, 2004 | hoodie: SLVR by Adidas, 2011 | shoes: Dior, 2005 | eyewear: Gucci, 2003
yea, this is me all dressed up like an easter egg. what.
jacket: Demoo, 2007 | sweater: Tahari, 2010 | dress: Geld Iaz, 2010 | jeans: Gap (altered), 2005 | shoes: Dior, 2005
yah so, remember that @pxthis Twitter handle i gave you? ha ha ahaa well forget about it, never mind. the “social media manager” (who was in charge of that account) and i have uhh parted ways, sigh. and i am still trying to figure out Twitter myself, so as of yet i have no idea what to do with that thing.
feel free to “follow” my twits @abbe_diaz if you like. but i actually don’t really say much, sorry.
drinks meeting at The Standard East Village. dinner at Acme.
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.