Friday, 28 November 2014

show review: saves the day play through being cool at the santa ana observatory

Two Saturdays ago I drove down to the Santa Ana Observatory with my friend Chris. I wanted to make a joke about the fact that if a boy had driven me to a Saves the Day show in high school, I would've died/instantly fallen in love with him, but I decided against it. It's funny how getting older mellows out your hormones, but also makes your understanding of the opposite sex infinitely more complex.
I like Chris because he always has deep insight into the simplest of conversations and I feel like, though he's a comedian, he fully understands how I feel in my musical life. These days my life feels more compartmentalized than ever before. I have my work life, my love life, my family life, my me life, and my creative life. Chris and I see eye to eye on more than one of our compartmentalized lives.

We talked about how now that we're older and more educated, we are more aware of the way different types of art we enjoy can reflect poorly upon us. For example, if we are interested in an artist who makes racist, sexist, or homophobic statements, it reflects poorly upon us to support that artist. Chris brought up the fact that a lot of the music he liked as a teen, he now recognizes as being offensive and it makes it hard for him to reconcile himself being a fan. I mentioned that I was recently listening to Glassjaw for the first time in years out of curiosity, to see if it held up, and I was shocked by how exclusive the lyrics are to women. It felt dirty to have liked them so much as a 17 year old girl, singing along to words like "you fat fucking whore" and "i only beat you when I'm drunk, you're only pretty when you'e crying."
I didn't even like Glassjaw. I LOVED them.

Saves the Day doesn't feel that way to me. I'd like to think that's why they were always my favorite. When Chris Conley sang about girls, it always felt equal parts contemptuous and self deprecating. I related to his lyrics.
The self doubt and melodrama? That spoke directly to me.

I told my Chris about the time I met THE Chris. I was sixteen. I had purchased tickets to a Chris Conley solo acoustic show at an arts center in Princeton, NJ. It was a benefit for a local Buddhist Center. I sang along and clapped excitedly as he played song after song I knew every word to. After the show, fans lined up to meet Chris, take a picture, give a gift, etc. At the time it felt natural, now it feels insane to me that kids lined up to shake this man's hand. To be honest, calling him a man is being generous. He must have been 22 at a time.

I trembled my way up to him, gave him a photo of myself in front of a sign that read Conley's (his namesake). I had written a heartfelt letter on the back of it to give to him. God only know what was in there. I would be mortified to read it now, 12 years later. The picture was taken in Maine. My family vacationed there every summer, the first week of August, until I went away to college. While walking around with my parents in small town Maine, I had found a shop named Conley's and asked my parents to take a picture of me in front of it. I guess I found a way to print it out while camping, wrote my letter on the back, and framed it before handing it to him in New Jersey, getting a picture, and scurrying away. I wish I still had that picture, but unfortunately it is on a long lost hard drive from my childhood PC. I do remember I was wearing a peach dress with fake pearls. The dress was from Target, size 12. The only reason I remember that is because at the time I was horrified I was that big. Now that is my goal size.

Chris and I park and walk up to the box office. I had bought a ticket already. I had it mailed to me so I could save the ticket stub to add to my STD ticket collection. Chris was on the guest list. I grabbed us a spot in line while he got situated. When he joined me I saw he was wearing an all access pass. I pointed it out and he said something along the lines of "Oh. I had a plus one." Are you fucking kidding me? Fuck a ticket stub. I needed that AAA sticker! We traded my ticket for the pass to leave for someone else.

Reggie and the Full Effect had already started when we walked in. If any of you read this blog often, you'll know I made friends with James Dewees when Upset played with The Get Up Kids in Kansas City earlier this year. We had a chance to hang and chat backstage during Say Anything. It was so nice to see him. It's always a relief when the people you looked up to as a teen are actually genuine, good people. Chris wanted to go backstage and say hi to the other Chris before their set. I showed him where all the backstage rooms at the Observatory were since I had spent some time back there at Burger a-go-go. After accidentally entering Say Anything's backstage and an empty Reggie backstage while they performed Under the Tray, we zeroed in on Saves the Day's room. At this point in the Saves the Day canon, the only band member I recognize is Chris Conley. He is sweet and hospitable and offers us all of their food and beer. I accept a beer, reluctantly decline a shot of Patron and get to know Chris's girlfriend. She's from my hometown, Toms River, is two years older than me, and knows some of my only friends from elementary school. While I'm learning all this information about a new friend, my Chris is telling THE Chris about the Buddhist benefit show. I let him know I was embarrassed by hitting him in the stomach.

I saw Saves the Day many more times than just that Buddhist benefit. Leading up to this night, I was trying to remember the last time I saw them. I think it might have been with Taking Back Sunday at the Asbury Park Convention Hall. I remember that Chris Conley's parents were there. I remember spotting Dave Soloway backstage and yelling his name to get his attention, then having nothing to say when he turned around and looked at me. I also remember that was the first time I felt like I didn't belong at the show. The crowd weren't my people. At every other Saves the Day show I had been to, I felt like I belonged. The show in Philly where some girl pulled my hair for dancing too much was the beginning of the end. The show at the Convention Hall was the nail in the coffin. The kids were dancing too aggressively to Taking Back Sunday and antagonizing the Saves the Day fans. It was clear the direction emo was headed and I knew it was almost time for me to leave it behind.

Chris and I bid Chris C. good luck and made our way downstairs. We were debating whether or not to watch from the stage, but the moment All Star Me began with the sound of a Les Paul being plugged into an amp, we rushed out front. I frantically searched for a space between heads where I could stand on my tip-toes and catch a glimpse of Chris Conley. I moved around a lot, looking for a good view when I decided on a spot somewhere in the middle.

I didn't know what to expect while watching. I guess I kinda had no expectations. I just blindly sang every word to every song. That's why I always gravitated towards music. It gave me a break from being inside my own head, yet at the same time it said exactly what was going on in my head. At one point some guy walked past me and put his hands on me and kinda squeezed me. It brought back memories of feeling disrespected at shows in high school. Like I was just something to be squeezed and prodded. Sneered at or fawned over. Not a peer. Something above or below. Maybe I was overreacting. That's something I have to ask myself any time I react. Is it too much? Is my reaction too big? Am I too big? How can I make myself smaller? Physically, verbally, emotionally.

Just then, a man about a foot taller than me and his girlfriend stepped right in front of me. So much for my view. I huffed and puffed and rolled my eyes at my Chris, never daring to speak up. After a few minutes, a kid my height standing behind me tapped him on the shoulder and without words flattened his hand to the top of his head and moved it down to the top of mine in comparison. He did this over and over until the tall guy took the hint and stepped behind me. I offered to let his girlfriend stand in front of me, but she shook her head. Instead she chose to stand with his arms wrapped around her. These couples always reminds me of the Tim and Eric GF spooner.

I thanked the stranger for speaking up and secured my view to enjoy the rest of the show. Chris and I made our ways backstage during This is Not an Exit. Saves the Day closed with Sell My Old Clothes, I'm Off To Heaven, and we sang along with strangers in the wings. I don't know what it is about this band that is so transcendent to me. They've continually brought me closer to people over the years with their words and melodies. Finding out someone loves Through Being Cool leads to an instant bond and deeper understanding of each other. Now that I'm in my late 20s, I find myself watching bands from the sides of the room, out of the action. The moment Saves the Day jumped into Through Being Cool I regretted wearing a skirt and backpack, cause I wanted to get front and center, no matter the amount of sweaty shoving I'd have to endure.

I chose to see this tour at the Observatory in Santa Ana, cause the LA venue is at the House of Blues, which, gross. I also thought "if it's really good, I'll have more opportunities to see them when they come back through LA." Needless to say I will be at the House of Blues, up front, singing every nuanced pronunciation of every god damn word to the most important record of my youth.

Sunday, 16 November 2014

pixie pants

Everyone needs at least one pair of pixie pants from Old Navy. I got a pair last month and I've worn them almost daily. They're flattering, affordable, and come in every size, length, and color imaginable. I sized up, but they get really loose and baggy with one wear, so I'm going to try my normal size for my next pair. Old Navy is having an online sale til the 18th too, so if you want cheap pants for even cheaper, I suggest you get on that.
pixie pants

pixie pants by alexandria-koehler featuring skinny ankle jeans

Searches for them styled a "cool" way (i.e. not with a blazer) have been pretty fruitless. I've been wearing mine with Doc Martens or Mary Jane flats and a band tee. Sweater/leather jacket optional (if it ever decides to dip below 70 degrees again in LA.)

This girl styled the pixie pants well.

Monday, 3 November 2014

utopia tv usa

I'd been meaning to write about this subject for a while now, ever since I went to the compound a month ago. Now that Utopia is officially cancelled, I think this story has the ending I'd been waiting for. 

I live in a very reality TV-centric household with my boyfriend. He is a rabid fan of the genre. He watches every spin-off show that you've never heard of and our DVR is full of episodes of obscure, one season reality shows. Most of the time, while he watches these shows at night, I work on my computer or read, half paying attention, only looking up when he lets me know there is something worth watching.

Utopia was different. It was branded as a social experiment. Fifteen strangers, expertly cast to mix like oil and water, were moved onto a tiny lot resembling Frontierland in Canyon Country and left to build their ideal society. Production would be as minimal as possible, intervening only to  allow deliveries and to announce over a loudspeaker that they needed to change the battery packs on their microphones. The cast were filmed not by a crew of cameras and cameramen, but by hundreds of pivoting high definition cameras planted in literally every corner of the compound. Seriously, I scoped it out with the intention of sneaking stuff in for them. Even the bathroom had a camera.

The first episodes (which launched with three in a week) were filled with alcohol-fueled outbursts from the most volatile cast members, turf wars about who's bed went where, and fights about food preferences and which of their personal belongings would be coming with them. It was just a generally chaotic scramble for fifteen people to stake out their identities amidst a tactfully diverse group of adults. But there was something more to it than typical viewer bait on survival shows, and it was even weirder than Big Brother. Utopia had no prize or goal, other than to maintain homeostasis on this small plot of land with this large group of personalities for an entire year. If this project were to succeed, the loose cannons would need to be eliminated and replaced. Luckily, this was a rule built into the show. Once a month the group would vote someone out, get two potential replacements, and pick one of the two. 

One of my favorite aspects of the show though, and probably what lead to its demise, was the lack of structure. I didn't really understand the rules, and I don't think the cast or producers did either. These people were isolated to this piece of land with some skills, but none that far outside my own skill set. It was complete anarchy as far as primetime television goes. There was no way it could end well. 

Speaking of anarchy, they decided they would let one Utopia pioneer choose a form of government for the group each week. First up was anarchy under Hex. Kristen incited capitalism, which caused group morale to plummet. Bella had a matriarchal society, and Mike wrote his own impossible to follow constitution and introduced a court system (which was best utilized in Mayogate.)

The group was given 5,000 dollars to start so they didn't starve to death waiting for a garden that would ultimately never grow. They had to install their own plumbing and electricity, pay their own vet bills for the chickens and pregnant cows that were already there, and pay for the phone bill and wireless internet they eventually installed. With new developments came new rules, most of which seemed to be made up as they went along. The cast only had access to the computer they bought during certain hours of the day and they had to ask for certain sites to be approved to visit. The only reason I know this is because I was briefly in contact with them about setting up a show at Utopia a la Bio Dome. Needless to say lots of red tape kept that from coming to fruition.

Once they moved out of the first stages of survival mode, they needed to come up with ways to make money. They decided to open Utopia to outsiders and host yoga and boot camp classes, as well as something called "The Utopia Experience." Basically you could pay 20 dollars cash to go see the compound and hang out with the cast. I tried to get there for the first Utopia Experience, but I wasn't quick enough. Production replied that it was all full and only yoga was still open. I decided to wait it out til the next Utopia experience. I wanted to learn how to make hillbilly wine with Red!

My friends and I were fortunate enough to make it to Utopia before its demise. Unfortunately, it fell on the day that Red spent in the hospital for a bone infection. We got the tour of Utopia from our favorite Utopians. I got to lay in Rob's bed. I snooped around Red's corner while he was out getting surgery. My boyfriend bartered his sweatshirt with Hex and we all took photo booth pictures with them on their laptop. We made plans to come back and perform comedy and music for them. 

The spirit of Utopia brought out a feeling of community in people that weren't even on the show. Viewers wanted to see the project succeed and wanted to contribute to the experiment any way they could. Production quickly put the kibosh on that. Bartering became against the rules once there was too much outside help, but that outside help was an interesting side effect of the show. Here were 15 strangers trying to create their own Utopia, and people from all over the country wanted to help them get there. I am sitting on my couch writing this as Eloy watches Love and Hip Hop. It's full of insufferable characters treating each other like garbage. Utopia was a cast of characters, some who I found insufferable, but they wanted to be able to work together. They wanted to improve themselves. It was a refreshing thing to see on FOX.

For all the positivity, there was of course heaps of negativity. In one clip, Kristen reads comments that were accidentally enabled on her fashion blog (a Utopian personal business venture during her reign of capitalism). They were full of the typical hateful garbage the internet loves to shovel at anyone in a spotlight. She cried and panicked and walked away from the computer while the rest of the Utopians tried to comfort her. Rob spoke directly to a camera and dared the cowards to come to Utopia and say that shit to their faces. And if you really wanted to, you could. In the first month, some viewers went to the compound and told Utopians about the things that were being said behind their backs by other cast members. That was another rule that came into place later on - no visitors were allowed to talk about the show. That brings me to the live feed.

The show aired twice a week to progressively disappointing ratings, then was pared down to once a week. That didn't even matter though because the real show was on the live streams. Once I found out you could watch the "pioneers" live 24-7, I was lead down a dark Utopihole. Something about that fact that they were located only 28 miles from me fueled my fascination. I watched as they struggled through a brutal heat wave from my own sweltering living room. On the first chilly morning of fall they fired up their wood-burning furnace and huddled around it as I watched from beneath my own cozy blankets and thought "that looks nice." When it was my bed time, they were all about asleep. When they made up silly ways to entertain themselves, I watched with my friends and snacked on the things they would have killed for (Doritos and Sour Patch Kids). If you've ever wished to be a fly on the wall or just plain invisible in a room, this was pretty darn close. You could switch back and forth between camera feeds to hear people talking shit on Camera 1 about the people on Camera 3 who were wasted and singing on the dock. Meanwhile on Camera 4, the sober Utopians would sit on the steps and laugh at the drunks from a distance.

Of course it was too good to be true, and production started muting mics and dropping feeds that were too racy or could get them into legal trouble. As the show progressed and ratings declined, production started intervening more. You'd hear them over the speakers calling offending cast members to the office like they were in school, then the feed would drop. It stopped feeling like you were seeing EVERYTHING and started to feel more like a tailored TV ready version of the show. In the final episode, the cast started speaking directly to the camera in testimonials. You know, the kind of stuff that happens on every other reality show, not in this supposed social experiment.

As time went on you started to watch these people unravel. Not only could you watch the Utopians struggle to get along with each other, you got to watch them struggle with the idea of being on TV. A year is an unfathomable amount of time to live knowing your every move is being watched, not to mention the stress of where your next meal was coming from. Tempers were hot and a strong sense of existentialism swept over them. Nearly every pioneer had lengthy talks about what purpose they served being there. There was really nothing keeping them from walking out the gates. In fact, that's what Bri did a week before the cancellation. 

In two months people coupled up, broke up, and got back together. Some of my favorite moments I caught on the feed were between Utopia couples. Rob and Jess's wedding was the pinnacle of happiness in Utopia. Hex wrote the most touching letter to Taylor to help boost his spirits when he was feeling low. A letter that I got to read because the cameras zoomed in on it as Taylor read it. One night Mike and Dedeker sat on a fence together, talking about what the project meant to them and what they wanted from it. They agreed they didn't think they could last the entire year. They said they'd be happy just to make it to February. I would have been happy to see that too. To see them get on the other side of the slump and have a functioning society. I planned on going back to visit and cheer them on after some time had passed. Instead, the show and their relationship collapsed. Mike got a taste of what being with a polyamorist felt like, and foolishly got into an argument with Dedeker's suitor, Jake the beekeeper. He did not come out the other side of the situation looking great, and conveniently needed to go home for a "family emergency."

The last week fizzled out with three original Utopians leaving and yet another change of rules. In a last ditch effort to boost ratings, production put the voting in the hands of the viewers, not the pioneers themselves. That was the nail in the Utopia coffin. How could anyone form a perfect society with thousands of puppet masters manipulating you?

Utopia was such an expensive failure and I loved every tragic minute of it. It was the first reality show that felt real since the Osbournes. It was both hopeful and hopeless. I felt l was a part of it, and I wish more of America felt that way. I guess a 50 million dollar show about communal living is not as popular as one would hope.

P.S. As I write this, I just got a response from my Facebook message to Rob.
This is why Utopia will always be the best.

Sunday, 2 November 2014

bad reputation

Last night while all my friends went to the opening of the new UCB in LA, I edited these little videos using the latest update of iMovie for the iPhone. They're outtakes from a couple hours of filming ourselves playing Joan Jett and the Blackhearts - Bad Reputation for some weird commercial audition. If we get it, cool, money in our pockets. If we don't, whatever. At least we had a day of fun playing music together. My neck is so sore from headbanging. I'm out of practice.

Friday, 24 October 2014

reaffirmed and ready

Here is a handwritten post as an homage to the subject at hand and because I find it easier to say 
what I mean when I'm required to slow down and use my hands.

Wednesday, 1 October 2014


October 1st is here. My house is already decorated for Halloween, Upset is taking a trip to the east coast to play with the Muffs, I'm going to the Adirondacks with my dad, and I'm seeing Charli XCX on October 24th. I really love this time of year. I feel like it's always so full of life and happiness, despite the symbolic death of everything around you. Coincidentally, I've lost two people I loved very much in October (October 6th and 29th to be exact), so maybe this trend of filling the month with celebration and togetherness is a distraction. Or perhaps this time of year helps me to embrace the cycle of life and death, and appreciate the beauty in both.

Whereas Thanksgiving and Christmas are for family, Halloween is for friends. As a child, I looked forward to the night I got to stay out after dark, dressed up with my best friends, running around our neighborhoods on a sugar high. As a teenager that evolved into parties at friends' houses with costumes and booze. In my 20s, this means dusting off my Halloween decorations, baking halloween-themed treats, filling my candy dishes with all things pumpkin and caramel apple, and inviting a close group of friends over to watch The Craft and Hocus Pocus.

I don't consider myself to be at all religious, but I do find aspects of Paganism and Buddhism comforting. I researched the Pagan holiday, Mabon, and found this article on Huffington Post. I wanted to share the Pagan meaning of this time of year with my readers, because it's my favorite. Autumn is a time to celebrate your bounty and shed what isn't serving you. I think every season presents that opportunity. New Year's resolutions leave you waiting too long for things to change, and disappointed if they don't. If you reevaluate yourself seasonally, and use that information to inch forward, you'll make a lot of progress as a person.

Monday, 29 September 2014

samhain-all hallow's eve-day of the dead-halloween

Halloween is almost here!! Ok, maybe it's still over a month away, but waiting til Oct. 31st to get festive is boring.
Here are some ways you can get into the holiday spirit all month long.
halloween 2014

halloween 2014 by alexandria-koehler featuring holiday decor

Read more for cute picks from my favorite places...

Friday, 26 September 2014


I already did a fall fashion post, but now that my hair is officially gold/yellow/whatever, my entire taste in clothing has morphed. I should've known, this happens every time I dye my hair. Whereas before I loved prints and all things obnoxiously colorful, I feel like my hair and makeup fulfills that. Now I find myself wanting to contrast my bright head with neutrals and solids. I have a pair of brown Doc Martens that I was planning to donate or sell since I literally never ever wear them, but with my new amber head they feel perfect (not to mention comfortable.) Once I have a little extra spending money, I'm gonna stock up on denim, white socks and tights, corduroy, and anything in the mid century modern color palette.

Saturday, 13 September 2014

i check the weather in los angeles and i think about you in that heat

A severe heat warning has been in effect in LA since yesterday morning. It will continue into Monday night, and I think I'm finally ready to talk about the Allison Crutchfield EP - Lean In To It.

Every morning that I step out into the stifling heat of Los Angeles, I sing in my head "I check the weather in Los Angeles and I think about you in that heat." Then I hit play on SUPERMOON in my car and have just enough time to hear most of the EP on my short drive to work.

Recorded and performed by Allison and Sam Cook-Parrott of Radiator Hospital, Lean In To It is a 7 song synth pop EP. Beats loop under flourishes of bass and keyboard as Allison sings beautifully and with painstaking sincerity about mysterious people and themes. LITI sets a tone, and on first listen I didn't know what to make of it. I'm not sure why, but I found it confusing. Maybe because I'm so familiar with Allison's style in Swearin' (though she warned me this record was way different).  I instantly recognized it was beautiful, of course. I'm not sure the girl is capable of making anything less than stunning, but it was a grower for sure.

Allison shares vocal duties with Sam on certain songs,  most effectively on Rose Knows. They sing a call and response, playing different characters. Rose is reluctant to let the male character in, but he is relentless. I guess that's what's different about this record. It doesn't feel autobiographical. It feels theatrical.

"I walk through you like you're dirty snow."

No One Talks is my favorite track of the moment, but really they're all great. I am a total lyrics person, and Allison clearly pays close attention to her words. Her vocabulary must be 10 times the size of mine. It's embarrassing how long it took me to wrap my mind around the meaning of...

"I don''t wanna be a victim or a muse in your flimsy depiction of acquiring conviction. I never needed any recognition."

I get the feeling that I'm not smart enough to fully grasp Lean In To It, so I obsessively listen again and again, hoping that it will eventually all make sense to me. For now, I'm happy to get lost in it while I work through this punishing heat wave.

Wednesday, 3 September 2014

VMAS 2k14 aka The Day I Fell in Love w/ Charli XCX

I love the VMAs. It's probably the most fun awards show re: style and antics. This year fell a little flat on both fronts except for this...


fucking this...

and this…

Monday, 1 September 2014

fit fashion

All summer I've been at the public pool near my house with the girl I take care of. She recently started making more use of the deep end and becoming a more independent swimmer overall, so I've been using this new freedom to swim laps while she entertains herself for a few minutes at a time. It feels great. I used to take lessons and race on my town's swim team as a kid, but I had no idea how incredible of a workout it is. Plus, it's fun! So I'm taking up lap swimming as a hobby/form of exercise.

I thought it would be nearly impossible to look remotely fashionable in a swim cap and goggles. As a kid I always felt like a weird, bald bug, but swim fitness fashion has come a long way since my days on Dover Red. In honor of Labor Day (and an incredible Labor Day sale on the Speedo website) I present to you some surprisingly fashionable gear. I can't wait for my new suit, cap and goggles arrive in the mail.

And of course, an obnoxiously vibrant racerback suit with a boy short cut, because my vintage swimsuits and Forever 21+ one pieces won't cut it for lap swims.

Some other cute things I saw while browsing are new "vintage" swim caps. They look really chic, but probably aren't very functional while doing flip turns.

If the racerback doesn't work out, this cut seems flattering...

 And alas, two more quirky caps, brought to you by Sporti, cause I'm attention hungry and need to stand out even while getting my cardio on.

Sunday, 24 August 2014

my new year

Having an August birthday, Fall feels like more of a new year to me than January 1st. It could be the whole idea of "back to school" season that's been beaten over my head since birth, but I find myself more inspired to improve myself, change things I don't like, and set and accomplish new goals starting in September. As August comes to a close, I am antsy to redefine my look, and just be a little better and healthier over all.

This typically starts with a change to my hair cut/color. I can't decide if I want a choppier bob, or to grow my hair out long. I do know that I want a rich, amber yellow hair color.  I ordered some Pravana Vivids - Yellow on Amazon, which should be coming this week. I'm also very interested in the styling my hair using velcro rollers and rag curls per these video tutorials...

fall makeup 2014

I realize I'm a little late to this game, but I'm really into the way bright/neon eyeliner looks. I went out looking for the right shades today at Sephora and MAC, but I came home empty-handed. After some research, it seems getting a mixer, brightly pigmented eyeshadow, and a brush is the way to go. My typical makeup is a black cat eye and bold lip. I'd like to switch it up sometimes with a bold eye and neutral lip. Acquiring more MAC matte lipsticks, Stila foil eyeshadow, and trying a more exaggerated cat eye are all on the to do list as well.

As for nails colors, I'm feeling copper, pea green, powder blue and dusty rose.

fall nails

I'll continue to combine vintage dresses and sweaters, skater skirts, midi skirts, and crop tops, with the addition of ivory ribbed tights, handmade powder blue leather t-strap heels (which should arrive in the mail soon), a faux fur coat and button front, knee-length skirts. I want to delve into handmade clothing and custom tailoring. Maybe I'll start personalizing my clothing with some embroidery.
fall wardrobe

fall wardrobe by alexandria-koehler featuring a black skirt

I super love these hand painted dresses by Girl Friday. It's a clothing brand outta Kansas City that I just learned about. How amazing are these prints?!

Along with the aesthetic changes, I need to start up some sort of fitness routine. Hiking, jogging, swimming laps, and/or water aerobics at my community pool in the mornings would be ideal. In addition to this metaphorical cleaning of my house, I also need to get a good fall cleaning done on my actual house. 'Tis almost the season for so much decorating, and decorations don't look great in dusty corners. I have a handful of doctor appointments I need to make as well, but all of this stuff is painfully boring and doesn't make pretty style boards!

I guess this post was more for me, but hopefully I've inspired some of you to get on some fall "cleaning" of your own.

Wednesday, 13 August 2014

we're the kids in america

I recently got into Wildfox after I got this sweater on sale from ASOS. I got it because it reminded me of Clueless, namely the Muffs cover of Kids in America. On the official Wildfox site they have an archive of most of their lookbooks. I started going through them and found really well thought out, beautifully shot stories, complete with on-brand quotes and recipes. I went back to the Spring 2013 lookbook, which was titled We're the Kids in America. Apparently my sweater came from a line completely inspired by the Clueless era of teen movies. I wanted to share some of my favorite shots from the collection with you. (it is also now my duty to track down as many of these pieces on ebay as possible, because who can afford regular retail price?)

And just for good measure, I have to attach the Fancy video, since it is SO ON POINT.

More after the jump...

Monday, 11 August 2014

I went green!

I mixed some white conditioner and Manic Panic Enchanted Forest in one bowl, and then the same mixture in another bowl with a hint of Manic Panic Electric Banana for a greener shade.

Then I sectioned my hair into layers and alternated colors with each layer. Once I got to the top I mixed it up every other chunk of hair.

I'm excited for my neck not to be green anymore and to see how this color fades.

Friday, 8 August 2014


I really need to do something to my hair. I want to dye it some sort of bright, unnatural color, but I can't decide which one (or four).
I'm very into the hair colors of Chloe Norgaard and Bonnie Strange.


Tuesday, 5 August 2014

photos a go go

Burger A Go Go was this past weekend in Santa Ana at the Observatory. Here are some photos I snapped throughout the day with my phone.

 sex stains

 allison wolfe

 peach kelli pop

 the muffs

 pkp takes pics of the muffs

 la sera


 lily teaches everyone the ghost moves

 shannon shaw

me as a ghost

shannon and the clams ghosts

backstage with BC



best coast

beth with a bra on her head

Seth, Ali, and Shannon 2014

Seth, Ali, and Shannon 2010