This is a fashion post

I've been thinking a lot about personal style lately, and what exactly it means. I think I've always been fascinated with fashion because what a person decides to wear really says a lot about them. It's an expression of who they are, or at the very least who they want other people to think they are. I don't think there is anyone who completely doesn't give a shit about what they wear, if anything people who "don't give a shit" choose things to wear that specifically say they "don't give a shit."

The reason I've been thinking about it so much is probably because I've been reading a ton of fashion blogs at work, since some of the Facebook and Twitter messaging I write has to be fashion-related. I've been drooling over all the beautiful fall collections from all the fashion weeks, and I love the innovation and creativity some people put into what they wear. One blog I've become completely obsessed with is Jess Loves Fred, who is this cute Australian girl who dresses amazingly. I was so inspired by how she manages to take current trends and put her own spin on them, and how she takes risks and just owns whatever she's wearing. Her style is so original and refreshing, and most of the stuff she wears is thrifted. Here are a few of my favorite looks of hers.




So I got a bit carried away, but I basically love everything she wears. Her blog's inspired me to try to take more risks in my fashion as a way of figuring out exactly what my personal style is, so I'm going to try to take pictures of my outfits to try and document the evolution I guess, of my personal style. Below is what I wore last week.

From L-R: Urban Outfitters sweater, Charlotte Russe tank, Forever 21 leggings, UO necklace and rain boots; H&M gray dress, Gap little boy's blazer that used to belong to my brother, no idea where the tights are from, shoes I stole from my mom; F21 sparkly sweater, Claire's fake leather leggings, Target necklace, F21 bootie heels; American Eagle sweater, same Charlotte Russe tank, F21 leggings, lace-up boots that used to belong to my mom; mom's old red sweater, Express sequin tank I got as a gift from Samantha, F21 skirt, Target tights, H&M knee high stockings, mom's black shoes again.

I realized after I uploaded these that I should have taken them in natural light instead of the nasty fluorescent light in my basement. I also realize how stubby my legs look. Eww. Also compared to the pictures above, my outfits look like complete shit. Oh well. This is why I'm doing this I guess, to improve upon my style or whatevs. This entry got way too long so I'm going to end it now.

What what in the butt

I've been commuting back and forth from Jersey to the city for work for about a month now, and since obviously I take the exact same route twice a day five days a week, I come across pretty much the same kinds of things every day. And so, since lately I can only organize my thoughts in list form, here are some things I can always count on seeing during my morning/evening commute.

Devoted/crazy Christians handing out pamphlets and preaching the Word or whatever. They set up a table right by the 1 train which I take to work every day, and are there without fail morning and afternoon, Bible in hand and voices echoing off the walls as they passionately spout off about how Jesus ate fish and how we're all sinners. As annoying as they are, I've gotten so used to seeing them that if they happened not to be there one day, I probably would be very alarmed.


The Subway entertainment. It's one of my favorite things about riding the subway every day honestly. Whether it's a Beatles cover band, Inca New Age or a little person Michael Jackson impersonator, it definitely makes my commute a lot more interesting. And I always love me some pan flute.



The old Asian lady. Every morning I walk through the long passageway from Port Authority to the 1 train and every day I pass by this old homeless Asian lady sitting in a corner next to a large green plastic bag, filled with her things I assume. She sits in the corner right next to a little convenience store/stand and most of the busy morning commuter crowd are in too much of a rush to even notice her sitting there. I don't think I noticed her until about a week after I started work. But I see her now sitting there every single morning, and there's something so silent and sad about her. She seems almost childlike in the way she sits there quiet, staring straight ahead. Every time I see her I always think to give her some money but I never have cash on me or I'm in a hurry because I'm already late for work and I always promise myself I'll pull out cash to give her the next morning, but I always forget and it never happens. I'd like to think this will change on Monday, but knowing me I'll forget all over again. :/

People asking me where things are and me never knowing. Okay, so this doesn't happen to me very often, but the other day I was walking to work and two girls asked me where the Marc Jacobs store was. Of course I had no clue, but I was kind of flattered that I looked stylish/cool enough to them to know where the Marc Jacobs store is.

I just realized that most of these are things I see on the subway. I don't really see anything on the bus/bus stop other than other commuters and stuff. Whatevs. Look out for more posts on the way, mostly fashion-related ones because I've been reading a ton of fashion blogs lately. Fun stuff.