They're gonna clean up your looks with all the lies in the books

Alas, Taylor Momsen I am not, but I will continue to live in a fantasy world where I am.  Look, I even did the hair!  2 hours worth of straight hair can only mean one thing; unhealthy dedication.  If I could pull off the nonstop leather and lingerie, I would rock that all the time. WHY CAN'T I BE HER.  I promise I'm not crazy, I just don't have anything else in my life to keep my brain distracted from letting obsessions like these take root.  It's inevitable.  Especially now that it's almost summer vaca and I will have nothing to occupy myself other than lurking around my favorite library.  Hence my identity crisis.  I wonder if my peers ever question my sanity.  On a totally different note, why are vodka commercials so fabulous?  Congratulations, media gurus, that conniving trickery of your's are working on today's impressionable youth.  

Graphic t-shirt:  Goodwill
Skirt:  Charlotte Russe
Biker boots:  Target
Skull necklace:  Claire's (don't laugh please)
Belt:  Forever 21

But everything looks better when the sun goes down

Thought I'd share the outcome of my current inspiration with you lovely people; the all powerful Taylor Momsen of The Pretty Reckless.  She is the master commander of punk and is too gorgeous to handle.  I'm channeling her bad girl persona through some new edgy pieces I've added to my wardrobe and a more liberal hand with the eyeliner.  I've been playing my favorite TPR jams on loop for the past week or so to enhance the influence in my outfit concoction, such as Hit Me Like a Man, Light Me Up, Heart, Zombie, and Make Me Wanna Die.  P.S.  The debut of this skirt caused quite the ruckus at school.

Top:  Hot Topic
Blazer:  Goodwill
Fringe maxi skirt:  Nollie via Pac Sun
Shoes:  Macy's
Belt:  mom's closet

Garden Club

So since my obsession with floral is no secret, I guess it started to rub off on the other teenage person that lives in my house.  My sister, wearing a selection from my closet, and I in vintage 50's number, embraced the garden garb for a day of church going, brunching, and errand running.  The peter pan collar has been suckering me in lately.  P.S.  I should have gotten a shot of the wingspan of this frock; when this skirt is fully extended, both hands land above my shoulders.  Those 50's housewives had it made.  xx Lindsey

Katherine:
Dress - my closet from yesteryear
Shoes - TJ Maxx
Lindsey:
Dress - Goodwill
Shoes - Macy's
Belt - mom's closet

Baby It's (Not) Cold Outside

Minions of fashion, thanks for tuning in.  As I watch Sex and the City and drool over Carrie's clothes, I'll update you on my musings as of late.  After catching up on Tara's blog, I realized I'm stuck in winter.  I love knits and layers and scarves, oh my!  So I decided quitting cold turkey wasn't for me, and I would do my best to wean myself off of the season's cold weather wear.  Hence the sweater and skirt combo.  Baby steps, that is the key.  My next step is DIYing a cropped sweater to be worn with high waisted shorts.  And attaining Carrie's perfectly messy tousles.  xx Lindsey

Sweater:  Goodwill
Skirt:  Handmade
Combat boots:  F21
Rope Belt:  UO

Swimming In My Platforms

Why, hello!  Thank you all for stopping by, and you're just in time for the commencement ceremony of the Series of Artsy Outfit Photoshoots!  You lucky ducks.  In advance, survey says people are infinitely better than tripods.  Weird I would say that since I really don't actually like a lot of people.  That said, Allie is one of my favorites.  Her style is deliciously punk and she's that kind of person I secretly wish I was.  You'll see how sickeningly fabulous she is this summer in pictures of us together at Warped Tour 2k12!  She's one of the few people I can be my awkward, weird self around.  I promise the bio description is almost over; she is also the master commander of the kingdom of Bandom and types capital letters in the parts of words she imagines herself emphasizing as if she were speaking them.  As you can see, photography is one of her many enviable talents.  As she was snapping shots of my awkward self and encouraging me to look less awkward, she named my 'do The Bun 2.0, in loving memory of my infamous hairstyle as a child:  A now embarrassing top knot that defined me from grade 6 through 8.  Middle school wasn't my shining moment, and my "friends" can't seem to let me live it down.  Any of you fabulous people have embarrassing childhood memories to make me feel less lame?

xx Lindsey