Prom Queen of 1959!




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It has always been my dream to be a 1950s prom queen for Halloween and this year it came true! 1950s prom queens are an elite group of ghosts that parade around Halloween in ’57 Chevys and eat gallons of candy and never gain a millimeter to their waistline. Poofy hair, poofy skirt… how can you go wrong? And yes, the answer to your question is: this is all my hair, it took 47.5 minutes, and I know beehives are more 1960s, but #yolo. Happy Halloween!

Pink Prom Dress, Vintage 1950s

White Goves/ Vintage (my Nana’s)

Pearlescent Peeped Toe Ballroom Dance Shoes, Vintage

Pearls, Target (old)

Pearl Earrings, Forever21

Tiara, amazon 


Lana del Rey 60s Inspired Makeup




I know, this is way too many posts about you know who… but I don’t give any.  So… this was my first makeup tutorial, I was using a new camera, and I have just been recently getting over a 3 WEEK LONG illness.. hope it all went relatively ok.  ANYWHO, If you would like to get this swell and cool look, watch the video. If not… I could care. Oui. ok, so, products used.

  • Face:
  • Lancome bienfait moisturizer
  • Loreal True Match foundation in ivory
  • Loreal True Match concealer in light/ivory
  • benefit erase paste in #1
  • Rimmel stay matte powder in translucent
  • Eyes:
  • Mac paintpot in “soft ochre”
  • Maybelline eyeshadow in “linen”
  • Mac eyeshadow “cork”
  • Sephora precision tip liquid liner in black
  • Mac pencil eyeliner in “smolder”
  • Nars larger than life liner in “rue bonparte”
  • Brows:
  • Anastasia brow wiz in “medium”
  • Mac shadow in “omega”
  • Cheeks:
  • Mac pro-longwear blush in “Rosy Outlook”
  • Elf facial whip highlight in “lilac” – only $1 honey chilllddd
  • Lips:
  • Mac lip pencil in “soar”
  • Revlon just bitten kissale balm stain in “Charm”
  • Mac lipstick in “cream cup”
  • Elf lip gloss in “bubble gum”

C’est Fini! bye bye!


9 Reasons We Love to Hate Lana del Rey

I have this weird obsession with Lana del Rey. It’s more than a girl crush, less than a fatal attraction. I guess I like her as much as any heterosexual girl can like another girl, but with a healthy dose of disgust. I suppose my feelings toward Lana del Rey can only be articulated through a list of reasons why I hate her, which are also the same reasons why I admire her.

1) Her fake name. Lana. del. Rey. It’s so pretentiously 60s. Her real name, Lizzie Grant, is painfully average – boring like a gram cracker. Lana del Rey lends itself to a positively putrid 60s romance. A boneheaded 60s beach film even, one that welcomes bouffants, high waisted bikinis and record players.

2) Her lips. So phony and fishlike. Not unlike Don Knotts in the Incredible Mr. Limpet. Her bass lips are revolting, yet voluptuous and perfectly bee stung – they look the best in her “Born to Die” video, crimson red, ready to bleed to death.

3) Her Talons. The nails are rarely un-lacquered. They are pointy as syringes and glamorously wild. I bet she gives a could back tickle.

4) Her SNL performance. The most bizarre and entrancing performance I have ever witnessed. The out of place turns and yodels. The video has been ‘favorited’ on my youtube account along with Miss Teen South Carolina’s “The Iraq Speech.” Not to mention the countless internet memes of the songstress twirling in microwaves and toilet bowls (which may or may not be found here and here #lanadelreydancing).

5) Her American trailer trash, chola, hipster style. Often seen in nascar jackets, with overdrawn brown lips, wearing eagle and beer tee shirts, this little American is too much. Decked out in American flags and ripped jeans, her petite figure and huge hair is all wrong – but golly, she makes it work.

6) Her wicked winged liner. That dramatic inky black cat eye a sober Amy Winehouse would have rocked (RIP). It’s over the top and casual and beautiful and artsy, fml – I heart her.

7) Her blood obsession. I swear, in every video the girl is covered in blood – like Harry ‘bloody’ Potter. Blood can be cool, and gross, and entrancing, and she makes it so when she is dying, hemorrhaging from an unnecessary car collision, a shooting, pool accident. Is blood a new hot factor? Or is it just a morbid curiosity thing. Who knows. Lana del Rey uses it as an accessory and we love her for it.

8) Her Priscilla Presley bouffant. That beehive could house a tea party with Rebecca black and Carly Rae Jepsen. A hairstyle that probably uses ten cans of aqua net and pomade. A decent Youtube tutorial has yet to demonstrate her infamous do. Maybe, just maybe one day, I will do that teased nest of Lana love justice.

9) The song “Video Games.” With harps, weird rap-like phrasing, and melodramatic lyrics, she got me under her spell. I swear, the girl is a witch of some sort.

The bewitching anti-sensation that is Lana del Rey. The muse of my tumblr and instagram, what have you done to the alternative internet youth of America? That hipster-chola-white trashiness manifested itself into a petite 20 something wonder, who’s heart has been broken, not unlike Adele or T Swift, but executed through sweet tunes with an underground quality. A degenerate prom queen. A vintage enchantress. The only person I know who can make a Budwiser tee look smart. You all American biotch – Lana del Rey.

Taking a Walk in: Moonrise Kingdom

This last June I went to a small indie theater in Orange County with my crew consisting of: a literary genius with blunt bangs a la Zooey, a mustard sweater clad christian boy who is funny as hell, and a very cool Korean who eats more than anyone I know and remains the size of a small and beautiful doe, to see Moonrise Kingdom. I am a sap for young love, the 60s aesthetic, and Edward Norton in khakis and knee highs, so I was intrigued by the trailers and excited to see the new Wes Anderson film. Up to this point, The Royal Tenenbaums was my favorite WAF (not to be confused with Woody Allen Film). A film with good character development, a multiple story house, a grownup tent, and just the right amount of familial dysfunctionality, are all qualities to make The Royal Tenenbaums the ‘uppest’ of my alley. Moonrise Kingdom has taken these qualities and blown them up into the finest picture of warm pastels, adolescent mini skirts, the poorest application of blue eyeshadow and a cat eye, vinyl, fine literature, pubescent sexuality, the boy scouts, thunder storms, blood, and dead dogs. The music, indie, the characters, iconic, and equally capable to become halloween costume standards like the black eye rimmed Margo Tenenbaum. From the opening scene, there is an awareness of duty and regularity that slowly gets turned upon itself. The use of: the boy scouts, their rules and regulations, the parents, who do not love each other, the anecdotal narrator/tour guide, with the funny forest green hat and galoshes – all of which help create a stream of life lessons, a neuvo romeo and juliet, a tale of forbidden love, and a story where running away from home teaches everyone a little bit more about themselves. None of the characters are by any means popular or functional, but they are lovely and classic and likely to stay a while in the hearts of those lucky enough to understand this movie.

Apart from the fantastical story telling abilities Wes achieves in Moonrise, the particular and unusual aesthetics melt my hearts lenses. I love Suzy Bishop. I love her peachy and collared dress, her knee socks, her blue eyeshadow, her saddle shoes, her binoculars that help her understand the world. I love Sam, his Daniel Boone hat, his glasses, his necktie, his pocket knife. I love how these kids play house in the woods. I just want to put all of this inventory into a canteen and take it with me into the back woods. The colors, the richness of this film, the close attention it pays to the 60s, and small island living, these are a few of the pieces I found particularly engaging and had to blog about:

Suzy is a reader, a young intellectual. She needs to see the world through binoculars because she cannot get close enough without them. Suzy is the eldest of three brothers, she needs to feel glamorous and special, and Sam makes her feel that way. She needs a sense of adventure, but without neglecting her need to feel feminine and to be doted upon with wild flowers and underwear dances on the shores of a deserted beach – this is why she wears frosted blue eye shadow and liquid liner whilst camping (girl after my own heart).

1. The “Globe Trotter” yellow suitcase, an essential to any runaway from home circa 1965, J.Crew. $1,750; 2. Old Binoculars, the best way to see the world, $32; 3. Stila Jewel Eyeshadow in blue sapphire, a must to achieve Suzy’s classic cat eye, $20; 4. L’Oreal Lineur Intense in carbon black, no cat eye is finished without a thick line of liquid liner, $8; 5. Red Shift, a classic retro shift is a requirement for fashionistas during the mod era, $33; 6. Crosley Portable Usb Spinnerette, the stolen jam player, $170; 7. Pastel Journal, all intellectuals carry a pretty little leather journal, it’s just the way it is, $42; 8. Saddle Shoes, the classic shoe seals the 60s aesthetic, $38, 9. Knee Highs, sweet and flirty, $34.

Sam is an orphan, a hopeless romantic, and a painter. He is strange and does not have many friends. He incites a pen pal relationship with Suzy. Sam knows beauty when he sees it. He likes things that are unusual and sophisticated – Sam is a lovely boy who fights back. I love this charming kid. Anyone who wears a Daniel Boone hat is safe in my book.

1. Authentic Coonskin Cap, every globe trotter needs this to keep his head toasty, $200; 2.H&M Specks, nerd chic complete, $10; 3.Vintage Tiger Scarf, to complete the boy scout couture, $200; 4. Green Cardi, indie boy scouts costume game changer, $195; 5. Ecote Canvas Ruchsack, the most rustic backpack with the right amount of retro combat style ,$50; 6. Canteen, the mean canteen to keep an adventurer and his girl well hydrated, $8; 7. Remington Rifle, 2nd amendment bitches, and to kill food; 8. Sperry Topsider Boat Shoes, the classic leather loafer, good for scouts and their ensembles, $80; 9. Green Khaki Shorts, zip fly and extended button, need I say more?, $53.

If you have not yet, see this film, it will make you laugh and feel all beautiful and retro inside.