Wednesday, May 20, 2015

impromtu

The last picture I really loved as a 16 year old being (I could've chosen a selfie but that's everyday ya feel)  The washed out orange glow and purple sum up the hues of a sunset-- nature's way of signaling an approaching end <3

In less than an hour, I'll be turning 17, reaching the ending point of my "forever" in tavi gevinson terms. I've always felt that the true essence of youth is spiritual thus possible of being eternal, forever. So I don't fear getting older. It's just all a little weird. Right now I'm trying to sift through so many emotions of utter excitement and strange rifts of nostalgia for my ever receding childhood that didn't contain stress over college decisions, finances, grades, the future in general, etc. Like today, I interviewed a band director at my school who's retiring, and one of his pieces of advice for present students was: don't blink. Don't blink, he said, because before you know it you'll be walking across the stage at graduation. Next year I'm going to be a senior which PUMPS ME UP but still holds a faint sense of weirdness. I'm turning 17 in less than an hour and even though I'm trying to stay cool, I'm happy and curious and excited about it. I'm sitting on my bed in my room crying over simple realizations like the fact that pretty soon, my childhood room that's seen so many phases and bad paint jobs will become a thing of the past and I'll soon not feel the odd security of teenagedom. But I know that this isn't about "growing up" or "growing old"; it's the impending responsiblities I'll naturally have to take on that's suddenly now becoming surreal. My "forever" has a year left in this world structured around time. With fire and lust for life inside me, I accept that, for I will always have forever within me. 

soul




“What kept me sane was knowing that things would change, and it was a question of keeping myself together until they did.”
 -Nina Simone

In every place on Earth, no matter how seemingly desolate or uncool, I believe there is at least one hidden gem that glitters amongst the grey. I live on the coast, so there's a lot of islander, art culture which is great, but sometimes the Dave Matthews Band, barefoot type of white dad music that is often hailed around here gets a little a lot cringy. Only just recently did I discover this tiny tucked away record store, and I almost caused an accident slowing down to squint at it.



AND THEY EVEN COLLAGE! AW

I went down one day after school last week and was talking with the owner about the value and recent attraction towards physical music like vinyls and cassettes. ALTHOUGH I highly recognize and appreciate the convience of digital music, he said some things that really resonated with me. Plus, the image of seeing your favorite records spin, and then possibly one day showing your children the music you used to listen to in adolescence is so special to me and worth ensuring.



"Music first started out as a tangible item. Now, it can just be plucked out of the air. The listening experience is enhanced through art, something to hold, something more than just the song."


THE most comfiest stoner couch you could ever sit on. There's also a back room that has bead curtains leading to it, so I think I might've gotten a second hand high just from the #aesthetics alone



"There's a warmth to a vinyl recording as opposed to a digital recording. Some see [vinyl] as a soul as opposed to another file on a computer."

All that talk about ~soul~ got me thinking about artists like Nina Simone who not only embodied soul but in many ways defined it. "Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood" introduced me to Nina and I've increasingly become curious about her enveloping, warmth truth about social issues, love, mental health, and the black experience.


Ya girl Nina was already doing these lethal poses long before we caught on



I almost died from watching the season finale of Scandal last thursday, but I was brought back to life with Nina's croon playing at the episode's end <33
xx
Kaylee

Saturday, April 25, 2015

#anotherdumbchallenge


Why couldn't yall have done something meaningful like the chubby bunny challenge??

Immediately, I can think of an infinite amount of better things to do than purposefully sunctioning my lips off into oblivion. Things like stuffing my face into oblivion or reading every Rookie article at 2am until every word becomes a big, fuzzy blob :) The issue with the #kyliejennerchallenge isn't Kylie herself. The problem originates from the controversy surrounding Kylie's sudden new look and the inherent racism embedded into the minds of too many adolescents who have taken part in this new internet trend.

THE LOOK
Not too long ago, it seems like everyone took notice of Kylie's different set of voluptuous lips. The left column is how she looked before, and the right column is how she looks now.


Amazing, before and after. Though Kylie is on a reality show and her family has been a hot spot for the media ever since the infamous Ray J incident, the amount of media attention Kylie has been directly receiving has sky rocketed. Mass criticism of her drastic new appearance and accusations of getting lip injections have clouded much of the internet. Kylie claims that the change in her lips are due to a lip liner technique she's employing *insert frog sipping tea*, so we may never know how she's achieved this look, but the surplus amount of adult reporters, gossip columnists, etc. who have been OBSESSED with a 17 year old's lips (ew) should ask themselves why they care so much. And, at face value, why should the rest of us? It's just a girl experimenting with her look. Let ya girl live! Or is it something so much deeper than that? It's evident in her apparent raging fixation on obtaining features naturally seen on black women, fetishing black men, and silence regarding black culture when it gets real. In the intelligent  "Don't Cash Crop My Cornrows", I think Amandla says it best with, What would America be like if we loved black people as much as we love black culture?" 



INTERNALIZED RACISM

In the #kyliejennerchallenge, the participant has to get a small bottle/cup (e.g shot glass, medicine bottle, etc), suck into it for 20 seconds and release. After the process has been repeated enough or completed until it has a noticeable effect, the person's lips blow up. Seriously. It's interesting because black people get dragged through the mud and become the focus of a lot of racist satire for their naturally full lips, natural hair, and natural features, but then somehow the script is flipped when a white person does it. When some BRAVE white person tries to obtain what black people are made to feel ashamed of, suddenly the feature becomes not only desirable but acceptable. Hence, the hoard of people taking part in the Kylie Jenner lip challenge (because, y'know, she invented full lips.) They laugh and cower at the new lips they have given to themselves which is an underhandedly racist act that takes another jab at common features associated with being black.


Then we have this photo shoot that preceded the lip challenge. At first glance, I immediately thought of a more galactic look, but then I thought about it and realized that she's doing blackface. I read some of the notes on tumblr and everyone else was seeing what I saw: the costumy display of darker skin. You can't ignore the repercussions that come with having dark skin in America, so for someone like Kylie Jenner and whoever played a part in this shoot to exploit dark skin for pure aesthetic purposes and then to deal the "It's an art form, a form of artistic expression" card is tired and disrespectful. Dark skin is not a fashion piece that you can dispose of or something to experiment with. It's indicative of a rich culture with many achievements and moments of preservation as well as an oppressive societal history and a likewise present. 


?¿?¿?¿ EW and WHY
As if black men are pure objects in which the darker they are the more they just HAVE to have them, here Kylie and her sister go fetishizing them in a way that makes them accessories to boost their street cred. It's racist and manipulative of the psyche of black people, especially black men in this case, when these white women in particular are putting them up on this superficial pedestal for what is really only selfish reasons.

Ugh. To detract from the blatant racism and repulsion that is Justin Bieber in this vine, here's an Alabama Shakes song because I saw them perform at Coachella on TV and they were electric, especially leading lady Brittany Howard <3



~Stay woke babes~

xx
Kaylee

Friday, April 3, 2015

is that tumbleweed?


Hi, my name is Kaylee, and this here is the style unknown if you have forgotton. It feels like it's been 1000 years since I've blogged here which is really upsetting! The blogging community is chock full of nothing but good vibes and great energy, so it's always nice to come back to. I've been caught up with school and, get this, work????? Ya girl's got a J O B. At the end of March I landed an opportunity to be a freelance writer for my local newspaper which I COULD NOT be more excited about! I've been so busy and productive which is a wonderful feeling, but blogging and documenting and laying out what inspires me digitally is pretty wondrous too. I've compiled a mini photo diary of sorts of random events that have happened from the time I last posted to now to gradually get myself back into the groove of things. Here's to more frequent blogging in the near future <3

March 21: 1915 Gas station in 2015

Everyday this past week: I've been thinking a lot about this picture of Jupiter I took in January a lot lately. Constant reminder of how wondrous, scary, yet humbling this world is. 

March 25: I honestly don't remember much about this day other than the fact that I was in love with the shirt I was wearing

March 30: I found the koolest app called Polamatic that everyone who's too lazy to finally get a polaroid camera should get! It transforms your normal pictures into polaroid format, and then you can choose the polaroid filter you so desire. This was at a festival while we were putting bullets through paper for stuffed animals.


             
It also makes your selfies so much cooler??

March 31: Up close and personal with plants

 
March 29/March 30: Road trip! Went all the way up to the literal boondocks to make a college visit. Along the way, all you could see were trees, endless highways, churches, cows, confederate flags, and this country four way stop light that was just so strange to me with its antiquity. 

March 29: "Cookie Doughntya Want Some" aka cup of serious perfection


This picture is definitely not recent lol, but Polamatic makes good memories seem like just that--nostalgic, fluid, and right.

March 16: This was such a happy day--I started back doing my morning runs again while listening to the latest interpol album (Such a powerful feeling, totally recommend it), it was the first sunny day in weeks of rain, I got a brochure in the mail from LIM College in NYC about a summer fashion lab, exchanged music recommendations with some cool new people, and started skating again for the first time since my infamous penis incident.


The aforementioned penis incident in case anyone forgot :)))

March 19: Super bright sunny mornings and mango smoothies are an equation for the most perfect, start to a Saturday. The wood detailing with the stark brightness made me feel like I was in the early 2000s.



April 2: The first half of this day wasn't the best, but later on at school my class went adventuring in this path behind our school. Me and two friends ventured off on a beaten path that was pleasantly naturey. To solidify my good mood, I came home to the pretty fucking gnarly realization that I have officially become published. 


April 1: I remember specifically playing this song on the morning of my 14th birthday. I wanted THIS to be the first song I heard on my personal new year. I loved it for how fun and exciting it was, yet how it still maintained a rebellious rumble. Idk what made me look for this song after all this time, but I did and it immediately made me think of Cyndi Lauper's "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" for it's inherent vibes of freedom. I'll remember to play this song first on my birthday next month <3

xx
Kaylee

Monday, March 16, 2015

looking for fossils


Ya know those bands whose music gives you a particular reminiscent feeling that makes you lazily think "this is the music i'm gonna purchase on vinyl one day and bug my kids with in the future"? Since I was 13 Beach Fossils has been a heavy, homey part of my life, creating tunes that resonate with me on every level. They were the first band from the Captured Tracks label that I got into, and they were the gateway drug to other gems like Wild Nothing, DIIV, Craft Spells, Mac Demarco, and Perfect Pussy. From their obviously amazing musical creations to their cool, friendly personalities, Dustin, Jack, and the two Tommy's make life that much more rosy, and for that I'm eternally grateful. 


Shoutout to beach fossils for landing me my most successful tumblr text post 



And when they ask all the time
Say I'm doing just fine
Close your eyes and tell me how you feel
Can you feel the truth and is it real?

My first band tee next to my first band/bayonet records poster (also my first!) 

                
                  idk man i just love taking #natural #allreal #noedit pictures

my awesome mother took a picture of my outfit before I went to school a few mornings ago but too bad I usually look like a velociraptor at 8am. THERFORE I cropped in a less reptitilian version of my face <3


                bathtubs are seriously so slept on as prime locations for outfit pictures 

t-shirt: bayonet records
denim jacket: maurices--originally they were long sleeved but I cut em up
pants: forever 21
sandals: teva


sources: tumblr.com

bad black jacket brigade 


The other fitting fossils I've been looking for
ft. a clam named shelly
a snail shell named luke
(i do not just randomly name my stuff lol these were all school projects/dissections)
a native american arrow head with no name
a few leaves that were once so bright in the fall



 a new song that this band of boys hid in this incredible showcase, and every time I listen to it it's like uncovering it for the first time all over again
 (skip to 42:00)

peace out 

xx
Kaylee

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

gucci: a dedication



GUCCIO GUCCI

Hello beauties! Fall winter 2015 fashion week is indeed dwindling down, but there was a show over in Milan about a week ago (week ago!) that is still flourishing in my mind long after its final model left the runway. Gucci freakin fw15. Gucci is a house that has always been associated with luxury, grandeur, and hearty wealth and consistently delivered with broad, sleek appeal for the sexy "Gucci woman". I've recently been trying to sharpen my knowledge of icons and people in the fashion industry, so what on earth else would I be doing on a lazy Saturday night? Watching The Director:An Evolution in Three Acts on Netflix. The Director is a personal behind the scenes look of Gucci's former Creative Director, Frida Giannini that spans 18 months behind the walls of the iconic Italian fashion house, exploring the intricacies and inspiration behind Frida's GENIUS. 



In The Director you are introduced to Alessandro Michele, jewelry designer for Gucci and man with jesus-esque locks of hair, who had been working with Frida for years, and most recently has been named the new creative director for Gucci. This season he debuted his first line for the house, and he brought the house DOWN--the audience I mean.



Michele brings Gucci back to its roots, conveying this shift through lace and floral detail, bird embroidery, warm, subdued spring, vivid colors, and freakin fur. These are some of my favorites from both the men's and women's line <3










Sources: Google images/ style.com/ fashionista.com/ nytimes.com










ALESSANDRO MICHELE

The main criticism is a lack of sophistication. This is Gucci, after all -- a brand with a storied archive that Michele is more than familiar with, but is not allowing to weigh him down. In a mission statement on each seat at the show entitled "The Contemporary is the Untimely,” he wrote: “There is no room for consolatory nostalgia."
                             -Chantel Fernandez for fashionista.com




Gucci is giving us a glimpse into its charging future, and "Druun" by DIIV sounds like it's down for a rebirth too.

xx
Kaylee