b-a-n-a-n-a-s

Do you ever look through someone's tagged photos on Facebook and feel frustrated? Like, in your mind you can't reconcile how someone functions independently in society, or how they could possibly be able to get away with such a publicly reckless lifestyle while still supported by their parents? I feel like this is a crucial stage in 'becoming adult;' trying to map out the sustainability of a complete stranger's lifestyle. Part of the process is accepting that it's totally possible to 'get on in the world' without having your shit together. It seems affirming because it ensures survival despite disorder, but it's also terrifying because it ensures survival despite disorder. It is totally possible to get on in the world without having your shit together. So what if you become one of those people? How will you know your universe isn't an alienated mess if you're blissfully living in it? Acceptance of that axiom probably happens when you exit 'becoming' and actually become. You admit to the reality of imposing your own image of order and alienation onto others. And your frustration dissolves into a calm... the reliable knowingness of permanently imperfect judgment. I know what you're thinking. This shit is bananas. 



OASAP banana print dress, Rings & Tings necklace, vintage bomber jacket, Zero UV sunglasses, Romwe timberland inspired platforms

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

off the map #tbt

#FTBT is back again. Love this look featuring Oasap map print leggings and a 6ks beige vinyl sweater. Curiosity is timeless. ^_^



Oasap leggings, 6ks sweater, Puma sneakers, Rings & Tings necklace

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

no thanks

Stripes and fur have me looking like an extremely posh referee, which is exactly what I am, so I'm not actually saying anything new by making that comparison. I am a ref. A vigilante. A self-proclaimed authority with unproclaimed bias. I live to judge other people. Your outfit. Your moral framework. Your Facebook profile picture. Not good at anything but having an opinion and legitimizing it through physical enforcement. Might I have the most annoying personality 'in the books?' Indeed. But at least I look good.

Blackfive "No Thanks" tee, Romwe skort, 80s Purple shades, Rings & Tings necklace

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

don't have a cow

Forget the misleading title -- I am not a reasonable, rational person. I am a histrionic cry baby drama queen who most definitely does 'have cows' or whatever when shit starts to get real. I don't genuinely believe in karma but I must have done something seriously messed up within the past several weeks to deserve the INSANE amount of curveballs life has been throwing mercilessly in my direction... but what?? Maybe the universe is trying to whip me into shape, and by forcing me to confront (literally) painful situations I'm learning, developing into an adult, becoming a responsible and discerning woman, etc. ALL THAT GOOD STUFF. 'Growing up' has been oddly concentrated into one year of my life so far, that year being this one, 2014, my good old 21st anniversary on woeful planet Earth.

At the end of the day, after I've cried out every last milliliter of tears, I realize that at least I still have my sense of style. I constantly reference taste as an alternative currency because I firmly believe that it is valuable in ways money isn't. Even if you're flat broke and sifting through bargain bins, it's your vision and ability to artfully arrange that renders you stylish - NOT the amount of money you're privileged enough to spend on frivolity. The tougher life gets, the more passionately I appreciate my tastes because no matter what they cannot be taken away from me. 

Now. Onto the real cow print elephant in the room - I'm wearing like 4 acrylic nails total in these pics, that's how hardcore my life is. K bye.



6ks cow print blouse, Rings & Tings necklace, Retro City sunglasses, Yes Style beret and slacks


Everything is infinite,

Bebe Zeva