"Lip my stocking, Mr. Harris!"

Lost in Translation has got to be one of my most favorite movies. Not only is it directed by one of my favorite and most fashionably sensible directors to have ever shunned Hollywood for the better sartorial environments of New York and Paris, it's got a subtle humor that not all people can relate to. Charlotte's backside as the random first scene? Good. A Japanese man randomly named Charlie Brown? GOOD. Random "entertainment" girl sent up to Bob's room playing coquettish? ABSOLUTELY GENIUS. It's the helter-skelter regardlessness that gets to me.

That's what's been inspiring me as of late (nothing could be better than a Coppola film to stir the senses). It's a good thing I've decided to resort to revoir-ing my favorite films this week; I've been mad sketching and working on my portfolio in an insane fashion. Oh, but I love it.

I don't care about your male insecurities.

I sincerely hate it when boys wear pink. Most of the time, they don't even like the color, but really, they're trying to "make a statement" and they somehow feel as if they need to prove their manhood by showing how comfortable they are when wearing a feminine color.

But this. I can live with. =)

Formalities.

I apologize for the unexpected hiatus. Studies are a lose-lose situation; they're boring and time-consuming. But due to my blogging withdrawal, I predict I'll be posting a lot more as my expectedly adventurous summer begins. I have a lot of street photos saved but I have yet to organize them. On a sartorial note, I just bought an unnecessary amount of graphic t-shirts, one of them being this clever little spoof:

Oh, I do love making a fashion + political statement at the same time.

Inquiry.

UPDATE: I just bought the most gorgeous black silk Calvin Klein evening gown. I'm looking for excuses left and right to wear it, literally ANYWHERE. It wouldn't be that outlandish to wear it for a stroll to the local cafe, would it? Whatever; besides, I prefer "idiosyncratic." O_0

(Kind of resembles this one, but silk, not chiffon, and much longer. But basically the same idea.)

But to the heart of the matter of this post. Who knows where can by glass-less frames like the ones Iekeliene Stange always wears? If all else fails, I can just buy some sunglasses and destroy them. =D

The Dutch are sooooooo devious.

New England, je t'aime.

People never hesitate to praise Europe for all its historical, cultural, and fashion integrity, and most Americans, with the current state of the country, aren't exactly patriotically opposing the nay-sayers either. But do we realize that just across the pond from Buckingham Palace, New England holds up its own, in a very dignified manner, no less? Boston, New York, et cetera... Paris has Chanel and the Brits can take their Lady Di, but we've got Japanese street style and CBCG all in one city. On my spring holiday, I noticed the beauty of America that often sits in the shadow of the disgraces the rest of the world labels on this modern and surprisingly sophisticated country.

The New Jersey coast.

Downtown Boston.

Museum of Fine Arts (complete with flying plaster men).

The van Gogh corner. Can you feel his ghost?

The New England dining experience.

Columbia University.

"Boy on the right, you're trying to look studious, but I know you're enraptured with me."

Last stop. See you soon, New England.