Stuff White People Hate

"When looking towards a succesful career in print media- start a blog and try to gain a following!"

Who gives a rat's ass. I'm going to go listen to The Ramones.

I wish they could've come and blown up my high school back when I actually attended.

Anyway.

I've noticed the only succesfully eccentric people have eclectic lives.

You can't market that shit.

Which is why I feel dumb for even talking about it.

My life is quite literally nothing.

Anyways.

I've decided no matter what happens, I am going to learn Mandarin and Russian.

Even if I'm forty.

It's just something I've always wanted to do. And spend a month in Moscow.

I'm going to go read Shojo Manga until I feel sad about not having a boyfriend.

Kbye.

My finger is on the button

I switched back to my journal for the summer trips.

So far nothing to report. Turkey is a place that I will only visit once. Besides the amazing history it's just so...Eurotrashy.

I'm turning into my snobby cousins I fear.

Twitter has become this sick, self-indulgent thing for me. Which is good, because so is this. Now I have two.
I'm slightly more excited about college. There was a period in which I gave up on it you see. Also I now realize that it is not paradise, it just is what it is being what you make of it...

Oh!

The scans I promised...Who the fuck am I talking to? I'm treating this blog like a person. Whatever. Okay, so the scans...idk man. A publication is a sacred thing. I'll only do this a couple of times. This is supposed to be a visual aide, nothing more. Buy the publication.
Top:Dress by Tsumori Chisato. Bottom: Table of Contents (Both images from Lula)

Top:Sculpture featured as a part of an advertisement on the inside back cover of Interview magazine.

Bottom: Possibly the most beautiful image I've ever seen (featured in Lula)
Above: Marc Jacobs hat (Lula)

Nothing really left to say. Well I found a red flying insect in my bathroom that's roughly the same size as my fist and most likely a carrier of malaria. If I hdn't run out of the room shrieking in hysterics and trying to get my cat to hunt it down, I would've taken a picture.

Crocodile tears that shine like pearls

Oh god I finally found the issue of Lula with Chanel Iman on the cover.

I'm going to do scans.

It's too beautiful for words.

I MEAN LIFESIZE DOLLHOUSES WITH AN INTERVIEW OF THE ARCHITECT

DONE BY ERIN FETHERSTON?!
And then they sketched the "IT" pieces from each designer collection as worn by Diana Vreeland and Chloe Sevigny.

PLUS A SUICIDE BROTHERS PICTORIAL FROM THE FAIRY'S (KEIRA KNIGHTLEY'S) POV.

WHY do I live here?

I want to hang out with Peaches, Pixie, and Tigerlily at the Groucho Club and listen to Wombats live in Manchester and go to Camden with Daisy Lowe.

OH AND TEEN VOGUE.

THERE SHALL BE SCANS. OH GOD.

I started laughing in the checkout line at Borders and the lady asked me what was funny but you can't explain the importance of font-type families to people unacquainted with design.

Oh god if print media is on the decline then TeenVogue is the prime example.

The only good thing was that Iekleine was in it. Ily Ikeliene.

I wish I could find more of your photoshoots outside the Nordstrom catalogues and VOGUEITALIA (which I cannot afford at all) so I could devote a collage to you.

MOST IMPORTANTLY:

ISABEL TOLEDO EXHIBIT AT FIT.
I. WANT. TO. SEE. IT.

Such a surrealist.

The "pie" coat and "tornado" blouse in particular.
Hopefully complemented by her husband's illustrations (ily Ruben T.)

Need to go to Northpark.
Ttfn.

DJ KHALED

I WIN.

My graduation party was officially bitchin.

I got about $5,000 in gifts so...I'm going to blow it all on Tom Binns cuffs!

No.

I'm not.

I'm giving it to my father so he can open my bank account and I can finally get a debit card...

But I still have a about $300 to spend at Northpark/Galleria.

I luh Sara Tariq.

I wish a lot of my friends were older so I wouldn't feel like such a creep by graduating... They're all about two years younger :[

Oh welllll

Coffee, hold the TV

.258 True Affection by Mern

The days go by oh so slow. My brain's been littered with something I like to call rainbow grunge. Mixed with tribal prints.

I'm not much of a fan of Batik prints...then I look at Etro and Matthew Williamson. And Picasso.
Weird how lines in shapes are actually really cool.
I used to hate cubism. Still don't like it much, but now I understand it.
Listening to Parklife. "Aaaalll the people....sooo many people..."

.257 Enabler by Mern

This one was more...Idk. I'm getting sick of 80's influence but I think it's just what people associate. Colors are colors. They do not belong to a time period. Surrealism with the skirt? I don't know. I'd just figure this on some moron girl in Austin going up to visit her boyfriend in Deep Ellum. (I.E. Fish out of water).

I've been reading Jane Aldridge's blog. "They don't call them lovers in high school, Leeland". I hate Pretty in Pink but the photography there is spectacular. Especially the architecture and interior design shots.
Also have realized that do not like Helmut Newton that much as he reminds me of Jeurgen Teller whom I also do not like that much. Sure they must be great people but I don't like their photography.
I still love Steven Meisel. LOVE LOVE LOVE Meisel. And LaChapelle.

I wish the latter would come out with another book of images soon. Preferrably all of Pamela Anderson.
OH BTW AM IN LOVE WITH THE PICTURES OF PAMMY AND KATY AND VIVIENNE WESTWOOD FROM THE LIFEBALL IN AUSTRIA.

It's like a drag show but with more $$$$$$

Eh. I'm gonna go pick up my sister.
Where the fuck are the Hearst sisters? I haven't been annoyed by their existence/"modeling" in a while...Wonder where they went...

Girl of my Dreams

I want this. I need to expand my brooch collection.
Yeah I don't have money for Rodarte brooches or any other brooches.

Either the fact that this reminds me of fireworks, the Indian festival of Holi, African tribal art, or the fact that it can be a tunic over pants or a short dress makes me like it so much. I hope I get to England in time for the Matthew Williamson for H&M collection.
Listening to Ratatat.
Dave and Busters was amazing last night as well. Scored some free headphones, won the Jurrassic Park game (FINALLY), and got a monogrammed preppy ass tote bag that every college prep school kid from the midwest down to the South has.
L.L. Bean style Frank Hart bags in Beige and Cream.
Talk about disgusting.
But now I have one.
Beach bag?

I haven't been able to work on my collages lately but I really want to do one with neon metallics and sheer nuetrals with absolutely no gold (if possible). I bought my first issue of Interview. Emma Watson on the cover...seems promising. Warhol had a thing for the covershots. Remember Tom Cruise? Right before Top Gun came out I believe.
I hated Pretty in Pink. I want to see St. Elmo's Fire and The Warriors again.

But back to Interview. It's been a week and I haven't opened it. I'm scared. I don't want it to be another Rolling Stone. I. HATE. ROLLING. STONE. We need more magazines like Blackbook, Missbehave, Blender, and Lula.

It actually took me a while to grasp why it was that I liked magazines so much until I really read all the articles in MissBehave. It's like fucking epic history. It's a record of pop culture isn't it? A peek into the extraordinary lives of other people who you walk past everyday. There was recently an article in the very last print issue of MissBehave, where the writer was speaking about a Zine she became obsessed with. She bought it at the grocery store. We don't have Zines anymore. There's no more widespread underground culture like that. Why am I listening to Sunshowers? Hold on. ATB is good. I'll listen to them.
Whatever. But it's this devotion. There's a reason why people stick in page after page after page of random images of a girl eating candy in a shift dress outside on cracked pavement with the sun beating down on her perfectly done hair. There's symbolism. You think people just take obscure photos to show off how artsy they are? What about those who are truly "artsy"? Obviously they see something. And I'm beggining to see something now too.
I may have complained in an earlier blog, that what I love so much about all the stupid ancient poetry/weird things that I read/ etcetera is the ATTENTION TO DETAIL. And I complain that NOWADAYS, these YOUNG UNS, don't notice a goddamn thing. Like how becoming the rose behind your ear looks in dull light, or how sweet someone's perfume is, or how just a small splotch of color from the Ralph Lauren logo on a boy's shirt makes his eyes stand out.
WELL WHAT THE FUCK PEOPLE
I NOTICE THESE THINGS. I NOTICE THE DETAIL.
That's why the pictorials MATTER. That's why the articles MATTER. That's why the layout design MATTERS.
It's not ALL commercial media bullshit. People care about what they put in, how these things are arranged.
I'm a big believer in individual interpretation. I don't think there is any way on Earth that anything can be interpreted Universally.
We all apply things to ourselves based on our own experiences.
(Probably why I almost failed English at multiple times in my high school career. WHICH IS NOW OVER :-D )

I'm rambling.
MAGAZINES ARE WHAT YOU MAKE THEM. There's obviously a big picture but the beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I see the subtext and the implicit stuff. Of course it LOOKS PRETTY. But WHY? That's what I ask myself anyway.
People have this attitude towards music. I used to as well. But then I realized music was a luxury. Ever since I heard a gunshot, ever since I heard the Palestanians crying, ever since I heard my father crying. Bono's songs aren't going to save the world.
I realized music was a luxury.
It's self- indulgent. We listen by choice in order to elicit certain emotions.
Not that I hate it.


Images. You only need your eyes to see and your mind to process. It's more accessible.
Seeing things has preempted hearing things.

That's why magazines are so important to me.
That's why I love them.

I'm really tired. I don't think that made sense. Reading Glamour for layout ideas and then sleep.

Shut up Jude

I don't want my religion shoved down my throat.

I'll get up and go get it myself.

I sort of like who I am right now.

Um.

Tomorrow is the last time I'll ever have to work on The Quill ever again, and then!

Oh tomorrow is the prank. Hopefully I can pull it off.

What is it about boys that makes girls lose all their dignity?

I really don't think anything like that about us. All they want is to get some really.

I wish I could just marry Jack White's music. I think that's seriously the best boyfriend ever I think.

Anyways. Boys. They suck.

I'm on a hiatus from them until college. I'm not throwing myself at anyone, people can throw themselves at me. I need a group (A haus of Andy Warhol-esque proportions). Hopefully.

You know those people who you wish were your friends but you're not even sure they exist?

God always cuts me off short on these things.

Just one or two years older and I could hang out with Lorraine, Kamran, Ambreen, Jake, Vader, Eric and all of them instead of being "Lil Mern" that they come visit me sometimes.

I wish I was still the person I was in freshman year sometimes. I'd just go along with whatever was happening and have a good time regardless of what anyone else thought.

The riff on Death Letter by TWS is the most beautiful thing on the planet.

But anyways- I seemed to be with people or have people there all the time. Now when I go out with people it's like a responsibility I have to fulfill. 'She went out with me last time, so I have to take her somewhere'. 'Let's go chill at the mall because I need to buy a dress for a party'.

There's no more, 'hanging out', 'watching a movie'. It's always because we HAVE to do something or watch it because it is THE movie.

No more spontaneity of just being at home and then showing up to theater ten minutes later to watch a shitty movie just to be together. That's why I like hanging out with Arub and Rumsha.

Actually it's weird with them. I feel like I'm leading them. The conversations and what we do. I dictate and they follow. There's still no spontaneity there because of Arub's parents but whatever. Once she gets a car it'll be better.

I just hope college will deliver on my expectations. If it doesn't, I'll be pissed. I need to surround myself with new people. I don't want to be a leader or a follower. I want to be "one of the gang". Like that one person that can't NOT be on the guestlist.

Am I dumb for wanting this? Yeah probably.

Night.