neo matrix #tbt

In honor of Thursday and the amazing pun that is "FTBT," I'm doing a #throwback post to earlier this year! I never got the chance to show you this matrix inspired, leatherette goth look in my 80s Purple "neo" shades and Romwe suspender dress. Cyberpunk after all. 



80sPurple 80s collection sunglasses, Romwe suspender dress, Missguided booties

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

bless this mesh

I'm desperately in need of a rose. From a dude. Preferably silk, so I can use it for my art. Post-Emoji Romance Aesthetics (please kill me and take my computer away so I am not able to promote or publish any of the shit ideas I test drive here first). This dress without a rose... it feels like one of those dreams where you're naked and in public and frantically looking for a shirt but also trying to pass it off like the topless look was totes deliberate and you're not ashamed at all. Something something something about authors being dead since I bring that up so much, something something subconscious coin toss narrative, something art something shame buy this dress, etc. I know I'm really good at this blog thing. Not worn out at all. Chock full of new ideas and sincerity. But seriously actually I love this dress - it makes me feel like I have my shit together DESPITE lacking a silk bouquet or even a bae to text me a sparkling .gif of one. 



Msfairy dress, Zigi @ Karmaloop booties

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

let me eat cake

Like every other Katy Perry song, "Birthday" is a particularly egregious appeal to male fantasy. And the boob metaphor (it's time to bring out the big balloons) is one of the worst I've heard in pop. But it's like THE CATCHIEST SONG EVERRRRRRR and tbh I wouldn't mind being so in love with someone that sexual slavery seems more like a fun, voluntary pastime than a regressive indulgence for my boo. Someone call the Oedipal Arrangements police. Clearly I'm the chief in my 'Mother Tongue' bodysuit and a sweatshirt (sweetshirt?) so tasty it's hedonistic. Totally jk we all know this hoodie hearkens to Nick Jr.'s "Face" circa 2001, fiending for acid. Rave socks from Claire's and Hot Topic platforms, too. It's a look.



Romwe dessert sweatshirt, Romwe acid house bodysuit, Zero UV shades, Cobrashop choker

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

parental advisory

Explicit content is better than no content at all.



Romwe "Explicit Content" Alexander Wang lookalike top, Romwe KTZ lookalike pants, Rings & Tings necklace, Zero UV shades, Vanessa Mooney bracelet

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

hard in the paint

In an alternate universe where I'm an elementary school art teacher and actually have the patience to deal with children and their vulgar, senseless tastes (jk), this paint-splattered hacky-sack-inspired outfit is my uniform. Glasses included. A part of me has this "leadership complex" I feel compelled to fulfill... although I'm not sure how it will manifest in my career. I don't think I could ever maintain my sanity and work in an institution at the same time. Nonetheless I feel a duty to lead/educate/inspire... maybe not in the form of teaching kids primary colors, perhaps in critique or politics or something else completely that hasn't hit me in a stroke of genius yet. In the interim, my art school persona suffices the fantasy. 




Blackfive color palletes top, Blackmilk hackysack leggings, Missguided heels, Rings & Tings necklace, Zero UV shades

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

get money

I don't understand bloggers who don't use their internet presences as platforms to vent about how much their life sucks. Maybe it's because I don't understand people whose LIVES DON'T SUCK... this blog is officially a forum for complaining, feel free to use the comment section below to shit talk yourself and others.

My sweater (as you can prob surmise) is a HILARIOUS JOKE considering I'm the brokest bitch you will ever virtually meet in your lifetime. Where do people get money? How are peeps even emotionally stable enough to handle a job? In addition to not understanding lifers, I do not understand rich people, working people, and the mentally healthy. Blogging multiple times a week is as much stability as you're gonna get from me. 




Romwe illuminati sweatshirt, Yes Style jeans, Daily Look heels

Everything is infinite NOOOOTTTTTTTT,

Bebe 

valencia pop

Happy Monday nottttttt. Comin atcha wearing a pair of printed vinyl overalls from Romwe. The bold stripes and colors remind me of comic book pop art, so I tried to emphasize the 'outline' motif with these cut-out Zero UV shades. Minimalist pumps and a pussybow blouse elevate this theme from Getty Images to Getty Villa - a good classical/contemporary juxtaposition functions neatly as its own accessory. At least in fashion. Keep that 'playful pairing' shit out of my art, a word I will never use to describe the work of famous smart ass Roy Lichtenstein. In the remixed words of "drowning girl": I'd rather sink than call Brad Troemel for help.



Romwe "striped suspender shorts", Zero UV oversize cat-eye block cut sunglasses, Sugarlips blouse

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

twee antoinette

Haven't done a full blown pastel look like this in a while! My frilly pink instincts danced right back into fruition when Le Bunny Bleu sent me these mint green oxford lace-ups -- pairing them with a matching aquamarine rose jacket felt SO natural it's not even funny. Summer goth is always a fun look...  but sometimes I gotta let my inner cupcake SHINE knowhatimsayin?? Maybe some of my readers will even recognize this vintage belt from previous posts... that shit hearkens back to 2011's "Hello Kitten" get up. 



Romwe rose print vinyl jacket, Le Bunny Bleu oxfords

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

tutti frutti

I'm supposed to be in LA today, doing fun things like 'nodeling' and photographing my friends. But of course everything went wrong when I tried to travel yesterday, I had several panic attacks, and I predictably shut down to avoid the frustration of building a backup plan. I don't understand why the universe hates me with such an unbridled fervor. This has honestly been the most painful, un-fun year of my life. Pure torture the whole way through, and to make matters worse, I'm still waiting for my meds to kick in. 

But on a lighter note, I'm wearing lime green overalls and a fruit print crop top I 'nodeled' for Tunnel Vision with The Fabulous Stains a couple months ago (full editorial ~here~). Fond memories are all I have. Memories and crop tops. 



Cobrashop sunnies, 24 Hrs crop top, OASAP overalls

Everything is infinite,

Bebe