Monday, January 30, 2012

My Beautiful New Bright Pink Boots

After the slew of balmy days in December/January, Old Man Winter likes to playfully remind you of his presence by shoving his steel-toed boot up your arse, cackling “Honey, I’m home!” Whenever this happens, I am usually stopped dead in my tracks, forced to wander around for the next few months like a deer in the headlights, wearing an insufficient pair of slippery-soled Doc Martens (they’re secondhand, okay?) I haven’t owned a pair of half decent winter boots since my pride and joy broke on me in 2009 and since then each winter I’ve been making do with ill-fitting substitutes purchased from a thrift store for no more than $10.

But this time, I’m going to laugh right back in Old Man Winter’s face when he comes a-creeping. That’s because I bought a pair of real (capital-w) Winter boots. They are bright pink Sorel monstrosities, and I knew I had to own them when the only pair in the store was my size. They were $90 at discount depot Winners, usually Sorels will set you back around $130 so I consider them a minor deal.

Now, not only will my feet be able to withstand slush and subzero temperatures but the colour will beat away those winter blues. I like being the girl wearing tacky bright pink boots when everyone else is swathed in black, just waiting for the cold weather to subside. I know some people will shake their heads at me in disapproval, but if I can make just a few people smile then it’ll be ok.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Born Again Blonde

(Dress: Gift from The Stylish Wanderer, Black Milk leggings, John Fluevog boots)

I was fed-up with being a boring brunette, so I decided to reject my former views on Tumblr and join the legions of "fashion girls" all around the world with ombre blonde hair. This is the most exciting thing I've done with my appearance since I shaved half of my hair off last April and proceeded to embrace the hippie lifestyle and spent a month camping in BC. I absolutely LOVE how it looks, and if anyone ever tells you that you'll look weird or they just "can't imagine you" with blonde hair, please ignore them full-stop and do your own thing.

This is me looking sultry at the webcam with blonde hair!

This is me taking a Myspace picture while winking at you with blonde hair!

This is me lounging in a chair with blonde hair!

Sorry for diverting your attention from the outfit picture to go on a rant about my hair. These brand-new John Fluevog shoes are probably the most badass (and definitely most expensive) shoes I have ever owned. They've got the nerdy aspect of being clogs, but they're black leather bitch boots with five-inch heels and buckle hardware. Plus, the square toe is all Vivienne Westwood. BEHOLD.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Julia Butterfly Hill


It is hard to imagine loving someone whose convictions are so strong that they are willing to live and die according to their beliefs. There aren't too many Joan of Arcs walking around these days, so you can forget that convictions so strong do exist until you realize that Julia Butterfly Hill lived in a tree called Luna for 738 days. She first climbed Luna, a thousand year old Redwood tree near Stafford, California in December 1997 and did not come down until 1999, when Pacific Lumber Co. agreed to preserve the tree and all others within a 200 foot buffer zone.

Julia describes what it is like to live on a small platform 180 feet above the ground in her book, The Legacy of Luna, and not to wreck the book for you, but its absolutely terrifying. The lumber company tried to starve her out of the tree and she nearly died in the violent windstorms which are very different when you are not planted safely on the ground. Throughout it all, she fielded a media wildfire making her the poster child of the environmental movement for years to come. Not only is she a beautiful woman whose strong convictions make her unique, she has a beautiful heart whose perseverance and dedication knows no bounds. We could all take a lesson in finding our passion and purpose in life from Julia Butterfly Hill.






Thursday, January 12, 2012

The Purp-etrator


This is photographic evidence that I own and wore purple leather pants on the day of January 11th, 2012. Nothing more, nothing less.

Worn with my gumshoe wedges, because flats just don't cut it when you're goin' grape.

Friday, January 06, 2012

Reducto


I woke up this morning with a groove in my heart and so I decided that I care about being fashionable again. This is a bit like my old Miss Cross outfit, updated with a sprinkle of Scarlett O'Hara thrown in, mostly because this skirt spectacularly resembles a curtain. Then I decided I didn't look quite frumpy enough and paired the skirt with argyle tights and crocodile Doc Martens. Frumptasticness achieved!

Also, I know I've posted it before but whenever I put this coat on it's like a stick of dynamite goes off and BOOM! instant glamour is achieved. The leopard (maybe ocelot?) fur paired with a dark lipstick makes me feel like an Old Hollywood movie star who wears pin curls and smokes and says "dahhh-ling." Also, how cute is the bottom of the curtain skirt peeking out beneath the coat like a petticoat? Adorable.

I think it's only appropriate to replace the lyrics of Elton John's Crocodile Rock to "crocodile Docs," don't you?

Thursday, January 05, 2012

Good Morning 2012

My inspiration wall, including cats, flowers, dandy chipmunks and quotes.

A lot has happened since I wrote my last post on the distasteful state of the fashion blogosphere! It seems to have resonated quite a bit with many people, as I am surprised and flattered by the outpour of support regarding such a critical post on the state of the fashion industry and 'independent' media. When you see something wrong, speak up don't shut up! My original post was edited and then reposted on the Toronto Standard, which led to my first paid writing gig ever.

First of all, on December 28th, I had a birthday! If you really must know, I'm 22.

Then, I was named one of the top stylemakers in Toronto of 2011 by the inimitable Sarah Nicole Prickett, also on the Toronto Standard.


New Years is a really weird time of year because you're supposed to be reflecting on the year that passed making all of these plans, ahem, "resolutions" for the year to come. This year I have decided to bypass all superstition and refuse to make any resolutions. New Years Eve itself was a strange occasion, as it is doomed to be when you're spending it in the small town you waited your whole life to escape. Somehow nights that are prescribed to be "fun" never live up to expectations, but I had the most marvelous day of December 31st with my best friend, the talented artist Shelby Seu.


 We spent the day recreating a traditional British Afternoon Tea, with scones and jam and finger sandwiches on a cake tray using fancy china teacups. We did the same thing last year after she had just come home from an exchange term in London (England, duh) which I guess makes it an annual tradition!

Then we made an insane gingerbread house that was loosely based on Hagrid's hut, complete with a Forbidden Forest and red food colouring for Ron Weasley's hair. This is probably one of those "you had to be there" moments, but there was nowhere else I'd rather be.

I'll be spending the rest of the year with my nose deep in books like this one (Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty) on fashion, art and nature. It's my last year of university, which means that in my program I get to write a THESIS and it is haunting my dreams already. Good thing I picked an awesome topic I really care about, or else those dreams would most certainly be nightmares.

Friday, December 23, 2011

"Hello, I Love You" or "Why Fashion Blogging Smells Like Raw Fish"





Do you remember that scene in Wayne’s World when Mike Myers pulls out a Coke and says “product placement?” At the time it was funny because it was 1992 and seemed so gauche and obvious. But advertising is tricky, because it’s not always that blatant. Advertising only works when you’re not aware of it, precisely because you’re not aware of it. If you think advertising doesn’t affect you because you are able to “tune it out,” you are wrong. Product placement isn’t always as clear-cut as it is in Wayne’s World. It isn’t just billboards and commercials on tv, it’s logos, brand names and the blogs you love.

Once you start to look at the world through a critical lens, things that previously seemed innocuous morph into full-blown manifestations of corporate control. It pains me to say this, but the vast majority of fashion blogs have become little more than glorified advertisements for online shops and products like Jeffrey Campbell Lita boots.

If you can imagine the world in 2007, before blogging was a job, some people had little buttons they posted proudly on the sidebar of their blogs. These buttons featured a cute little owl and read “Ad-Free Blog.” Personally, I got pretty attached to that owl and it featured prominently on this blog for years. I barely even noticed when the market started changing and people started getting paid to write certain words and feature links to improve the SEO of other websites. For a long time, I thought that refusing every single offer of payment was the best way to maintain the integrity of my site. I simply wasn’t interested in having a hand in advertising products I didn’t care about.

I first started to ‘advertise’ after receiving lot of sweet e-mails from Etsy sellers or online retailers who loved my blog and wanted me to pick out something to wear from their shop. There was no talk of compensation; writing about them was simply seen as a “thank-you” from me to them for sending me the dress. Then things got a little murkier. These simple exchanges were now referred to as “product reviews” and I started getting more and more offers from companies to hold giveaways for their product. Sure, a giveaway is a nice way to treat your blog readers, but when you really think about it, having to post about some product that I will never get to see or use and have no way of making sure my readers actually received the item reeks of utter dishonesty. I’m not getting a sample of the product for myself to see if it actually works, and only one person gets to win the product while your entire readership has to read a post about a specific product they have that chance to win. . I’m not being selfish here in my desire to not give back to my readers, I just can’t stand the idea of being used as a vessel of advertising, used to raise profit margins I will never have a stake in.

Some bloggers are out there chasing sponsors, treating their blogs like a full-time job. These days, I never solicit advertising, but whenever I get an e-mail and feel like having a little extra cash in my pocket I don’t refuse. Still, this sponsored content seems to stick out like a sore thumb amongst my eclectic sea of babble about 1990s music, kitschy laughs and downright strange outfits.

I am not an entrepreneur, just a regular person with a savant-like obsession with fashion. It distresses me that I have not learned to compete in this market, where the Sartorialist is hiring a Digital Ad Sales Director and I still haven’t come to terms with the fact that some people make an income off their blogs alone. It embitters me that I am stuck working in retail when I know I am a talented and passionate writer (oh, I mean “content producer”), just simply lacking in business sense.

Social media is no longer just a way to express yourself, it is now a tool for companies to promote and connect their brand with consumers. But as social media becomes increasingly the territory of big business, it becomes less and less appealing to the tech-savvy early adopters who helped to pioneer the medium.


A few weeks ago, I read a great blog post written by Danielle of Final Fashion about how being an insider in the fashion industry might be good for your career but is completely toxic to your creativity level. This truly resonated with me, because perhaps the reason why I continue to do new things and experiment with styles after six years blogging and it remains fun is because I’ve never “made it.” I started blogging before Susie Bubble, before Tavi Gevinson, before Bryan Boy and I have never achieved insider status or anything close to it. For example, in October 2011, FLARE Fashion created a slideshow asking 22 Canadian fashion bloggers to wear something from a Canadian designer. Picture after picture featured a blandly “fashionable” aesthetic that appeals to people with too much money, not enough taste and a charge account at Holt Renfrew. While I am being painfully honest here: I’m really self-conscious, sensitive and it hurt to be excluded. But even after the initial sting, I was embittered that none of the creative Canadian fashion blogs that I read and love (Nice and Shiny, Pull Teeth and Calur Villade) were included either. Whoever is creating this content was clearly going for mass appeal over unique perspectives.

But you don’t get anywhere in fashion by being a follower. The people who made the biggest impact in fashion, Isabella Blow, Alexander McQueen, Kate Moss etc. were the people who didn’t quite fit in but kept doing their thing and never let it bother them. I’m still as weird as ever, but unfortunately, I do care. Funnily enough, Danielle was the first fellow blogger that I ever met in person. She was a little older, and inspiring and funny and I told her that I would never “sell out.” Whatever that means, I have stayed true to myself to a fault, and never created anything I felt uncomfortable with. I’m proud to think that I haven’t “sold out” but I feel like simply by presenting myself as a fashion blogger, my irrelevance and inadequacy is highlighted.

Something is off, I can feel it. People no longer blog because they have the desire to share their unique perspectives with the world. Every single fashion blog is starting to look the same. That old quote “you are unique, just like everybody else” is starting to feel uncomfortable accurate. I don’t want to be a fashion blogger if that means (once again) being that loser girl with no friends who just doesn’t fit in compared to the glossy DSLR photos of girls with sleek hair wearing Celine. I still shop at thrift stores, will never be able to afford Celine and that’s totally okay. But I can’t compete with that because it’s just not my arena. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still interested in sharing my writing, my style and ultimately myself with the world but I would like to diversify and step outside of my comfort zone.

I understand that my relationship to blogging is similar to the relationship a musician would have with his or her own music. Each song is something they created, nurtured and worked really hard on; it is a part of them. But over time you change as a person, and that is always reflected in the music you write and the message it conveys. Your fans grow up, lose touch, start listening to something else. Sometimes the music industry as a whole changes and you become irrelevant, that is, unless you start making dubstep. But I hate the idea of clinging onto the music until it becomes progressively crappier and crappier and everyone hates you for not letting go when it was still good. It’s why tv shows that were only around for one season (Freaks and Geeks) are the best, because their message was perfectly preserved, cut short before they even had the chance to go downhill.

It kills me to think that this is “the end” of blogging, and I will not guarantee that this is the last blog entry I ever post. But it is undoubtedly the end of an era, and I thank you all for reading.

I will leave you off with pictures of me and my friends partying it up at the Alternatives Journal 40th Anniversary Party.




Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Infinite Jest

[Me at the Kingston Train Station, attempting to maintain some semblance of sanity while my train is delayed for 2 hours]

These green riding pants are the first new things I've bought since I started hating my entire wardrobe like 3 months ago. I decided to buy the riding pants in green because I've wanted green pants for a while and these are the only pants that actually fit me and don't have gross crotch wrinkles. (Seriously, what is with those gross crotch wrinkles?)

Lately I've become obsessed with fuzzy things. Like, really obsessed. I ended up exchanging the amazing turquoise 1960s coat for an even more beautiful white mohair coat with a leopard fur collar. Overall, it's warmer, fuzzier, involves leopard print and just totally screams "ME" (because I'm a needy bitch like that).


Another fuzzy thing that has entered my life recently is this black angora cardigan. It's vintage (obviously), I paid $20 for it and it is kind of a cross between something Kurt Cobain and a 50s sex kitten would wear. Someday I'm going to wake up and realize I've transformed into a teddy bear overnight.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Inspiration Log vol. 248

This is a visual record of how I want to dress. It's kinda girly, kinda severe but most of all like a grown-up woman who is ready for anything the world is going to throw her way.








Photos from: Tumblr, Tobi Vail/tumblr, Rookie Mag, I forget, Liebemarlene Vintage, The Cherry Blossom Girl, Loveship, random eBay auction, tumblr.

Friday, December 09, 2011

Now I Wanna Sell Some Stuff

Not sniff some glue. Anyways, have you ever noticed how badly Christmas time makes you want to go shopping? Just me? Ok well, I'm clearing out some old stuff in my closet to make room for the new, so let's take a trip down Isabel's Outfit Memory Lane. All of this stuff is for sale so if you wanna buy, just send me an email: isabel.slone(at)gmail(dot)com. I'm too lazy to list it all on Etsy.
American Apparel Disco Pants, Black, size Small, $20, inquire to isabel.slone(at)gmail(dot)com about shipping costs.
American Apparel Disco Pants, Navy, size Small, $20, inquire to isabel.slone(at)gmail(dot)com about shipping costs.
American Apparel Riding Pants, Tan, size Small, $20, inquire to isabel.slone(at)gmail(dot)com about shipping costs.
Kurt and Courtney "Classy" t-shirt, ladies size Small, $13, inquire to isabel.slone(at)gmail(dot)com about shipping costs.

Vintage ruffle blouse, size S-M, $10, inquire to isabel.slone(at)gmail(dot)com about shipping costs.
Burnout cherry red Doc Martens heels, size UK 6 (US 8), $40, inquire to isabel.slone(at)gmail(dot)com about shipping costs.
Ziggy Stardust Knee-High Hooker boots, size US 7.5 or 8, $35, inquire to isabel.slone(at)gmail(dot)com about shipping costs.
Vintage Swiss Dots Party Dress, size Small, $15, inquire to isabel.slone(at)gmail(dot)com about shipping costs.
American Apparel, high waisted shorts, Hunter Green, size 24/25 (about an XS), $20,inquire to isabel.slone(at)gmail(dot)com about shipping costs.
Lolita Peter Pan Collar button-down shirt, cream, size Small, $10, inquire to isabel.slone(at)gmail(dot)com about shipping costs.
Leopard print mini skirt, nice and swingy, size XS, $10, inquire to isabel.slone(at)gmail(dot)com about shipping costs.
Salvatore Ferragamo spectator pumps, 1.5 inch heel, size 8 AA (super narrow), $10, inquire to isabel.slone(at)gmail(dot)com about shipping costs.
American Apparel cream lace leggings, size Small, $15, inquire to isabel.slone(at)gmail(dot)com about shipping costs.