because if you can sing along, then it's so much funner!

Outfit from when knows when. Golly, time flies. This week has been a little insane, but I think insanity's good. It keeps things interesting. Spent this week working backstage at a play. I'm not *supposed* to (OMG, rebel much?!), but I like to peek from an inch-wide hole in the curtain and observe at the audience. Everyone else just lies around reading lines or murmuring amongst themselves, but I prefer to look at the audience and see the people, see what the response is. People are fascinating to me and it's sad how many people we see and how little we know about them.

Outfit from awhile back (deju vu! I said that before, oh snap! Snap! Snap!). The play has been fun to work on, but MAN - without the intention of sounding super arrogant - I've been stuck in all black outfits all week. SO WEIRD. An outer-body experience. ("Lexy, I've never seen you look so normal!" I take it as a compliment. Normal reads boring.)


The snow has been INSANE around here. Yet, still no snow day. Canadian weather is such a let down, eh? (Ha-ha. Get it? Eh? Canada? Yeah. It's late, i'm allowed. To re-use unfunny jokes, that is. See previous posts about Olympics and what not wherever they are.)



Oh, and by the wayyyy, Can I get a F? Can I get an I? Can I get and E? Can I get a R? Can I get a C? Can I get a E? What does that spell?!?! (I hope someone actually answers this. Typing all those letters was pretty exhaustin' for my fingertips.)
But yeah, top model here. I'd do Tyra proud, me thinks. (NOTE: sarcasm)

Some awkward tights formula. Purple tights + Pink tights + Black net tights = Magic? Um, maybe not quite. More like, a scrunched up texture at the belly and lots of strange looks. But, you know, same thing?!

Apparently "layering" was the theme of this outfit. Look at dem necklaces! Hey hoooo, whoopdeyyy woooahhh.

(Dress - Vintage $15, Blazer - Value Village $7, Pink and Purple tights - H&M $5 each, Black tights - Winners $7, Shoes - Mum's, Belt - Dad's, Accessories - Assorted)

Going back to my beginning ramblings, I guess I can sometimes borderline on anti-social. I'm often so engrossed in observing people. What makes them tick? Their heart flutter? Their energy explode? I like to look inside cars and homes (BUT I'M NOT AN UBER CREEP, I PROMISE) and wonder "what are their lives like?" I guess there's that air of mystery to life and the people that you meet, but it also makes you wonder how many people you DON'T meet or know, just because you don't ever crossed paths. There are so many interesting people beyond the bubble of my daily life and I really wish I could meet them all. Ugh.

Wow. Such a profound post...

Any thoughts to add? Because I'll feel like less of a loser. I mean, no, commenting your opinion WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE.

lollipops make da world go round

Dear fashion,

Thank you for being an escape for this crazy thing we called life. I like you quite a bit. You are adventurous, fun, reliable, exciting, and fast-paced. You are very misjudged, but I see you for who you really are. Many people have a hard time understanding you. They shouldn't. They should have fun with you.

Therefore...
You rock,
Don't ever change.
(GUESS THE REFERENCE AND WE ARE AUTOMATICALLY BEST FRIENDS IN OUR PAST LIFE. Being childhood, that is.)

Sincerely,
Lexy

I say this essentially every time I post a tag, but it's very much the truth: I am a tag fail. But I thought I'd post this one from TheTrendyDwarf because it's fun (he made it up!) and he's my buddy. Check out his blog! He's, like, the most frequent post-er ever so it's pretty rad.

Seven things j'adore about fashion:
1. People thinking I'm a lot more interesting then I actually am when they see my outfits. Because I'm actually rather boring. But people assume otherwise. (So, yes, I'm manipulating you all. HAH.)
2. Collections that make you stop and think "WOW. Fashion is art. You can't argue with that." (Alexander McQueen was the KING of this. R.I.P.)
3. The thrift/ vintage shop experience. Well-dressed male specimens at such shops are an added bonus.
4. Spending hours being incredibly engrossed in the world of fashion, whilst desperately seeking for a way to become a part of such world.
5. Bright tights that make people take a double glance.
6. Laughing at teenagers who have, somehow, fallen onto the bandwagon of trends and look silly because of it.
7. Actually having a passion and not stuck in a phase of "whatamigoingtodowithmylife?!"

AND YOU?! WHY DO YOU LOVE FASHION?
(tell me! tell me! tell me!)

(sorry updates are on the slow-go this week - HEY, I WARNED YOU - but if you, say, follow my twitter, the common thread between this week's tweets is that I'm possibly the bitter-est tweeter ever. Hey, it's a busy week! Promise for a good outfit post this weekend. Pinky - yes, PINKY, this is getting serious! - promise. Wow, this is the longest body of words in brackets potentially ever.)

Thanks for stopping by! And sharing why you love fashion? (err, I think YES.)

FROM NEW YORK*, WITH LOVE.

*Note: I'm not actually in New York ADM (at da moment). I was. But not now. But this title sounded cool. So. Yeah. Anyways. Onto the post...

Recap: I went to New York City last weekend, woot woot! It was oodles of fun. One downside was that I'm apparently a blogger fail and acquired approximately 3 pictures. So here they are? Enjoy? Yay? Yeah.

1. Because I'm a tourist and this is what we do. (Slash, I was getting irritated with tourists. I think this is a sign that I'm a real New Yorker. Yesss! Don't burst my bubble; it is a sign, and signs do exist...)

^ It's always fun to look at the dirty stares you get at in the background of the picture. Score!

2. McQueen Tribute at Saks. Almost brought a tear. Even more beautiful close up. I genuinely miss McQueen, eventhough it's not even Paris Fashion Week yet. Good to celebrate his amazing creations, though. Sososo stunning.


3. THE TENTS a la Bryant Park (ciao!). Because... I'm a complete dork? Ahem. I mean, cool person. This is normal. Pfft, all the fashion people take pictures of themselves stalking the tents. DUHHH.


One other down-side: would've been nice to have taken pictures of THE PROJECT RUNWAY PEOPLE. I mean, as nonchalant and fashiony as I OBVIOUSLY am (you know, standing there with the sour look of "whatever" on my face. Pretty much my trademark look, by now.), I had a moment that revealed my utter dork-dom. Whilst waiting for the Parsons tour, some revolutionary events occur:

1. Project Runway Season 7 contestants ran up the stairs, right past me. (I haven't actually been watching this season - GRR CANADA WHY DO THINGS START AIRING A MILLION YEARS AFTER?! - but I recognized them from the magazine ads.)

2. Michael Kors SAID HI TO ME. (For the record, I don't actually like his work, but still. It's quite amazing.) This really revealed my crown to the dork-dom:
Mum: [whispers] Hey, I think that's Michael Kors.
Me: [look up] Oh my god. Oh my god. oh my god. It's MICHAEL KORS!!!!!
Michael Kors: Hi guys! How are you?
Me: [Speechless. Stumbles for camera on phone. Fails.]
Michael Kors: [goes up on elevator.]
I think this means that we are best friends.
The end.

3. I saw Heidi Klum! I managed to stay calm, cool, and collected. She came in smiling and all heidi-y. Cooool.

4. Nina Garcia WAVED AT ME AND ALMOST SMILED AT ME. She came in. I was going for nonchalant. But then I decided to wave at her. She waved back. She also almost smiled genuinely. I think we have a connection.


So yeah. That's my trip. I love New York.
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Updates will be on the slow-down this week. Busybusybusy. Haven't even caught up on NYFW!
Buuuut, which ones MUST I check out upon a free moment? AKA, what were your FAVOURITE shows?! Do tell.

(So don't be alarmed if it's a week-long hiatus. I'll try for otherwise.)