Today is my last day working at this coffee shop. Gertrude JUST strutted in here with all her fabricated glory. Yes, she IS wearing an extra slovenly ensemble!
An off-white-but-not-quite-cream pantsuit with a washed out, bright pinkish orange button down shirt (obviously from Talbots) drowns her bony body. Her usual clunky, brown shoes are matched with argyle socks and she forgot to style the back of her hair (so the front is flippy and the back isn't).
She's chit chatting with another lady about spending Halloween at Legacy Village. Whoever heard of anything so lame?!
The other lady is actually very pleasant on the eyes. All her body parts are real and her hair is messy but somehow also neat and nicely highlighted. She's wearing these thick glasses and Mary Jane shoes. She could be a naughty teacher in a magazine or something.
Another older woman just sat with them. Her thick eyebrows, mustache, hacked-up, dull hair and unflattering, bright white sweater with her bright red turtleneck puts her in the "hopeless" category.
Today is also going to be a photo shoot day:
Shoot 1#- Raw Cherries.
Photographer: *Daisy
Location: Cleveland Heights. Coventry Road. Playground.
Time: 4:30pm
I have worked with *Daisy before. She actually shot photos for me when I was accepted as a Suicide Girl.
Time to end this minimum wage life once and for all and live the way I yearn.
"Dreams are the touchstones of our characters"-Henry David Thoreau
-M.Junk
October 30, 2009
October 29, 2009
Recycling Junk
Two of my friends and I were talking the other day and a topic of discussion was the different life stages that we have been through. I began to sort out all the unusual, clashing lifestyles I have lived over the nineteen years in this body. My sense of style has also changed.
As far back as I can recall:
Aged 5: My mother and Aunt Bobbi took me to a nail place in University Heights and took me to get a manicure and I fell in love with the world of cosmetology.
1st grade: I went to my first sleepover party. All the girls, the giggling and the Spice Girls music petrified me. My father and his brother, dad and friends raised me on bluegrass (they hold together a bluegrass band), classic rock, old time Disney movies and "Beavis and Butthead". I didn't see a professional salon until my modeling began.
4th grade: This was a chief year. I went on a silent treatment for a few months (it was my reaction to a death in the family). I was a bit of a butterball and my complexion erupted. This was my ugly duckling stage. This was also the year when my family and I were informed about my not growing over five feet dilemma. I hated being short at the time (though I love it now). This was also the year my hair was dyed for the first time. This was also the year I won my first writing contest and began seriously observing the world of hip-hop. Tupac's, "All Eyez On Me" (1996) was the first album of that genre I ever purchased. This also marked the first pin-up movie I can recall watching. This of course was, "How to Marry a Millionaire" starring Marilyn Monroe and Betty Grable.
6th grade: My musical taste moved around drastically. This was the year I went through a brief period when I was obsessed with disco such as The Trammps (yes, I DID have a pair of glittery pants and these paint-splattered chunky platform shoes that I sported constantly). From there, I uncovered Funk (such as Funkadelic and Parliament). I had a duration in the middle of all this when I listened to German Polka with my Mom's father. Reggae music (such as Buju Banton, Peter Tosh, Bob Marley and African Head Charge) was introduced into my life as well. This was also the year when "8 Mile" came out so I held a extremely bizarre, fanatic crush on Eminem for a few months. Some would consider this a "wigger" stage.
7th grade: This was my anarchist stage. I was completely anti-government and I shouted about it at the top of my lungs. Dead Kennedys, Sex Pistols, Anti-Flag and Bad Brains became apart of my music list. Clawed up vests and studded belts were apart of my wardrobe.
^ This is "Jello Biafra". He was the lead singer of Dead Kennedy's. He has since become a politician, representing the Green Party.
8th grade: This was a difficult year because I was anorexic/bulimic for a little over 6 months. Modeling was dying and no longer showing as an option for me. I did however, go through an abrupt stage where I couldn't stop listening to Macy Gray. This was also when I discovered screamo, black metal and progressive metal. This was the year I first heard Salt The Wound.
9th grade: I moved to Beachwood and knew I would be nothing like "them" (wear ritzy clothing and listen to John Mayer). I went back to early 90's hip hop and funk. I also dabbled in new rap (such as Kanye West and G-Unit) for a VERY short time period (I'm talking less than a couple weeks. I came to the conclusion that I didn't like it). I transitioned into industrial music (such as Skinny Puppy, Nimheil and Brainclaw). This was also the year I decided to study Wicca. Wicca is a nature-based and peaceful religion that originated in Britain. Multiple God's and Goddess' are trusted and believed in. Forms of "witch craft" are used, but there is nothing evil about it.
^Skinny Puppy in stage attire. I also dote on Mushroomhead for their unusual stage appearance (but I don't like juggernauts!).
10th grade: I quit smoking and labeled myself straight edge (this went strong for about a year). At-the-time Warped Tour music such as The Pink Spiders, Alexisonfire, Protest The Hero and The Gym Class Heroes caught my attention. Instead of shrinking to a size zero and wearing kilos of make-up, I developed a habit of covering myself. Oversize peasant skirts, trench coats and hoodies became a constant. I also began covering my face with bandannas; and wearing sunglasses was the norm. This lasted for a couple months.
The other chick was pretty cool, I just didn't ask her for permission to post her face. That was the ninja/neighborhood gang/cowboy chapter of my life that has concluded.
11th grade: I ended life as a straight edge person when I began taking medication. By this time, I had expanded my thinking and discovered a passion for sociology (I had always been an observer-the first time I wrote about peoples' behavior goes back as far as middle school). I decided to study potheads. I smoked weed twice a day for a month and wrote about what happened to me physically, mentally, emotionally, financially and socially. This introduced me to Pink Floyd, The Grateful Dead and Phish in a whole new fashion. I also began recognizing the beauty and detail of techno and trance such as The Mother Acid Temple and Angerfist. Ska stood out more than ever (such as Reel Big Fish, Big D And The Kids Table and Streetlight Manifesto).
12th grade: This was a challenging year as well. I note a small time I went through when I wanted to date "good guys" and not live on edge. This sent me to sleep. I leaned the other direction and ended up with a guy so abusive I couldn't even turn my head without him yelling at me. After leaving him, I realized how courageous and brave that move was. I applied for colleges as soon as I broke up with him.
So yes, mixes of religious and sociologist studies, a drawn out list of music I have uncovered, the places I have dwell ed and the people I have met have made me who I am today.
A punked out, weed-smoking, straight edge, concert-hopping, politically active, disco-hustling, dorky, eccentric, odd, anarchist, anorexic wigger who practices witch craft that you can find a bluegrass shindig.
I still find more to investigate everyday.
"The whole point of being alive is to evolve into the complete person you were intended to be"-Oprah Winfrey
-M.Junk
As far back as I can recall:
Aged 5: My mother and Aunt Bobbi took me to a nail place in University Heights and took me to get a manicure and I fell in love with the world of cosmetology.
1st grade: I went to my first sleepover party. All the girls, the giggling and the Spice Girls music petrified me. My father and his brother, dad and friends raised me on bluegrass (they hold together a bluegrass band), classic rock, old time Disney movies and "Beavis and Butthead". I didn't see a professional salon until my modeling began.
4th grade: This was a chief year. I went on a silent treatment for a few months (it was my reaction to a death in the family). I was a bit of a butterball and my complexion erupted. This was my ugly duckling stage. This was also the year when my family and I were informed about my not growing over five feet dilemma. I hated being short at the time (though I love it now). This was also the year my hair was dyed for the first time. This was also the year I won my first writing contest and began seriously observing the world of hip-hop. Tupac's, "All Eyez On Me" (1996) was the first album of that genre I ever purchased. This also marked the first pin-up movie I can recall watching. This of course was, "How to Marry a Millionaire" starring Marilyn Monroe and Betty Grable.
6th grade: My musical taste moved around drastically. This was the year I went through a brief period when I was obsessed with disco such as The Trammps (yes, I DID have a pair of glittery pants and these paint-splattered chunky platform shoes that I sported constantly). From there, I uncovered Funk (such as Funkadelic and Parliament). I had a duration in the middle of all this when I listened to German Polka with my Mom's father. Reggae music (such as Buju Banton, Peter Tosh, Bob Marley and African Head Charge) was introduced into my life as well. This was also the year when "8 Mile" came out so I held a extremely bizarre, fanatic crush on Eminem for a few months. Some would consider this a "wigger" stage.
7th grade: This was my anarchist stage. I was completely anti-government and I shouted about it at the top of my lungs. Dead Kennedys, Sex Pistols, Anti-Flag and Bad Brains became apart of my music list. Clawed up vests and studded belts were apart of my wardrobe.
^ This is "Jello Biafra". He was the lead singer of Dead Kennedy's. He has since become a politician, representing the Green Party.
8th grade: This was a difficult year because I was anorexic/bulimic for a little over 6 months. Modeling was dying and no longer showing as an option for me. I did however, go through an abrupt stage where I couldn't stop listening to Macy Gray. This was also when I discovered screamo, black metal and progressive metal. This was the year I first heard Salt The Wound.
9th grade: I moved to Beachwood and knew I would be nothing like "them" (wear ritzy clothing and listen to John Mayer). I went back to early 90's hip hop and funk. I also dabbled in new rap (such as Kanye West and G-Unit) for a VERY short time period (I'm talking less than a couple weeks. I came to the conclusion that I didn't like it). I transitioned into industrial music (such as Skinny Puppy, Nimheil and Brainclaw). This was also the year I decided to study Wicca. Wicca is a nature-based and peaceful religion that originated in Britain. Multiple God's and Goddess' are trusted and believed in. Forms of "witch craft" are used, but there is nothing evil about it.
^Skinny Puppy in stage attire. I also dote on Mushroomhead for their unusual stage appearance (but I don't like juggernauts!).
10th grade: I quit smoking and labeled myself straight edge (this went strong for about a year). At-the-time Warped Tour music such as The Pink Spiders, Alexisonfire, Protest The Hero and The Gym Class Heroes caught my attention. Instead of shrinking to a size zero and wearing kilos of make-up, I developed a habit of covering myself. Oversize peasant skirts, trench coats and hoodies became a constant. I also began covering my face with bandannas; and wearing sunglasses was the norm. This lasted for a couple months.
The other chick was pretty cool, I just didn't ask her for permission to post her face. That was the ninja/neighborhood gang/cowboy chapter of my life that has concluded.
11th grade: I ended life as a straight edge person when I began taking medication. By this time, I had expanded my thinking and discovered a passion for sociology (I had always been an observer-the first time I wrote about peoples' behavior goes back as far as middle school). I decided to study potheads. I smoked weed twice a day for a month and wrote about what happened to me physically, mentally, emotionally, financially and socially. This introduced me to Pink Floyd, The Grateful Dead and Phish in a whole new fashion. I also began recognizing the beauty and detail of techno and trance such as The Mother Acid Temple and Angerfist. Ska stood out more than ever (such as Reel Big Fish, Big D And The Kids Table and Streetlight Manifesto).
12th grade: This was a challenging year as well. I note a small time I went through when I wanted to date "good guys" and not live on edge. This sent me to sleep. I leaned the other direction and ended up with a guy so abusive I couldn't even turn my head without him yelling at me. After leaving him, I realized how courageous and brave that move was. I applied for colleges as soon as I broke up with him.
So yes, mixes of religious and sociologist studies, a drawn out list of music I have uncovered, the places I have dwell ed and the people I have met have made me who I am today.
A punked out, weed-smoking, straight edge, concert-hopping, politically active, disco-hustling, dorky, eccentric, odd, anarchist, anorexic wigger who practices witch craft that you can find a bluegrass shindig.
I still find more to investigate everyday.
"The whole point of being alive is to evolve into the complete person you were intended to be"-Oprah Winfrey
-M.Junk
October 28, 2009
Junk Captures A Skankover
It would be tomfoolery to reopen this joint located in East Cleveland:
It would offer every beauty service imaginable.
Also, I finally landed a photo shoot for this Friday. It's a main obligation to build a strong and hardy portfolio. I want to base all my shoots off different musical genres (early hip hop, world, ska, reggae, etc.). Another primary theme I will be using is politics (anti-death penalty, pro gay rights, women's rights, etc.).
"Well, hip hop makes the world go around"-Snoop Dogg
-M.Junk
It would offer every beauty service imaginable.
Also, I finally landed a photo shoot for this Friday. It's a main obligation to build a strong and hardy portfolio. I want to base all my shoots off different musical genres (early hip hop, world, ska, reggae, etc.). Another primary theme I will be using is politics (anti-death penalty, pro gay rights, women's rights, etc.).
"Well, hip hop makes the world go around"-Snoop Dogg
-M.Junk
October 27, 2009
Tea Time With Junk at 3:00
^Phoenix Coffee on Lee rd. Photo Cred: Not Me.
There are a few tasks I must complete before going to school in 7 1/2 days. I must:
1.) Visit my relatives at Lakeview Cemetery.
2.) Buy some pens/pencils/binders/etc.
3.) Fill up on 10 months of Pamprin Menstrual Medication.
4.) Make a list of resolutions.
5.) Tell my boss I'm cutting back many hours.
6.) Have fun at my last Open Mic for a few months (Open Mic takes place on Wednesday evenings at Phoenix Coffee on Lee Road. There are also Open Mic Nights at the Phoenix Coffee's on Mayfield Road, Coventry Road and West 9th Street but my friend hosts at the one on Lee Road).
-I always get mango, coconut or Thai bubble tea (sometimes I'll get hot chocolate if it's too cold outside to bear). However, when I'm in Columbus on North High Street, I indulge in milk, honey, pineapple, peach, etc. bubble tea. The place is called Pochi Bubble Tea. I highly suggest you make a trip out there (plus its a few miles of strange record/vintage clothing/stores). Bubble tea is also all over San Francisco (The Castro, Japantown, Chinatown, Haight/Ashbury, Market Street, etc.). It ranges from all price ranges, tea flavors and even types of bubbles (little, little-medium, medium, medium-big, large, extra large bubbles in different colors and shapes!).
I should coordinate bubble tea into fashion somehow. I'll get back to that.
Pochi Bubble Tea on North High Street. Photo Cred: Me.
"Tea is a cup of life"-Unknown
-M.Junk
October 22, 2009
Junk Meets New People
On October 20th, I had to attend an obligatory orientation at the Brown Aveda Institute. This is when I paid for my beauty school kit, fit for my uniform and met my fellow peers.
I already forgot my educators' names. I met a few of the students I will be with 40 hours a week for the next 10 months.
There were two long tables. The wannabes, the nerds (yes, there are nerds in this field), the bitches (you could tell by there cold glares and ironed Lacoste Polo shirts) and the outcasts all separated by about three seats. It was like high school but the whole place smelled like Aveda hairspray and massage oils.
We were all given a bag filled with fun goods (candy, hand lotion, a tube of signature Aveda lipgloss, etc.). The first move we were asked to make by the dean was to give the girl sitting across from us a hand massage.
Of course I felt atypical and creepy, touching this poor girl I had never seen in my life until about 10 minutes before the announcement. She was charming about the bizarre situation we were just thrown in. I'll call her *Jo. She had drawn on eyebrows and very detailed eye make-up. She was very petite (but not anorexic) and had a bewitching chest piece. She said she was home schooled her senior year because her name appeared on a motivated hit list. She was 2# on the list. She openly expressed that she was very proud of the accomplishment. I like her already.
Mannequins with heads of hair were put in front of us. We had three minutes to style it however we desired. With a split second to think, I began doing a familiar look: The Amy Winehouse beehive. I wasn't sure if that was a pert move or a completely feeble-minded move.
Besides that I need some more clothes (the best way to go is thirft stores-I'm bound to spill bleach, perming chemicals, perfumes, oils, lotions, etc. on myself at some point), I believe I am pretty much ready for this adventure.
The fact that I will have my license when I leave this academy (and that I have Saturday visits from friends to look forward to) will keep me going (despite all the stress).
And now it's time for loathsome-fashion-at-the-college-I-work-at!
BREAKING NEWS!: I found out the name of the Jackie Kennedy wannabe. Her name is Gertrude! (usually I would create a fake alias to protect identities, but this is too great). Someone called out to her in the cafe and she responded. I haven't spotted her recently. She wasn't here on Tuesday, yesterday or today. Perhaps she has swine flu or much worse (she went blind upon seeing her horrible crows feet). Maybe she had a heart attack because she realized she wasn't Jackie Kennedy.
I see two members of her clique. They are in front of me as always.
That huge blond who wears the tight-fitting, paisley tops appears as though she got a haircut (the back is uneven, it was either an at-home attempt or a Great Clips do). She is also wearing a shirt with ruffles! Yes, a woman standing at about five foot three and has at least 200 pounds on her is sporting ruffles! *shakes head*
"Dogs never bite me. Just humans."-Marilyn Monroe
-M. Junk
I already forgot my educators' names. I met a few of the students I will be with 40 hours a week for the next 10 months.
There were two long tables. The wannabes, the nerds (yes, there are nerds in this field), the bitches (you could tell by there cold glares and ironed Lacoste Polo shirts) and the outcasts all separated by about three seats. It was like high school but the whole place smelled like Aveda hairspray and massage oils.
We were all given a bag filled with fun goods (candy, hand lotion, a tube of signature Aveda lipgloss, etc.). The first move we were asked to make by the dean was to give the girl sitting across from us a hand massage.
Of course I felt atypical and creepy, touching this poor girl I had never seen in my life until about 10 minutes before the announcement. She was charming about the bizarre situation we were just thrown in. I'll call her *Jo. She had drawn on eyebrows and very detailed eye make-up. She was very petite (but not anorexic) and had a bewitching chest piece. She said she was home schooled her senior year because her name appeared on a motivated hit list. She was 2# on the list. She openly expressed that she was very proud of the accomplishment. I like her already.
Mannequins with heads of hair were put in front of us. We had three minutes to style it however we desired. With a split second to think, I began doing a familiar look: The Amy Winehouse beehive. I wasn't sure if that was a pert move or a completely feeble-minded move.
Besides that I need some more clothes (the best way to go is thirft stores-I'm bound to spill bleach, perming chemicals, perfumes, oils, lotions, etc. on myself at some point), I believe I am pretty much ready for this adventure.
The fact that I will have my license when I leave this academy (and that I have Saturday visits from friends to look forward to) will keep me going (despite all the stress).
And now it's time for loathsome-fashion-at-the-college-I-work-at!
BREAKING NEWS!: I found out the name of the Jackie Kennedy wannabe. Her name is Gertrude! (usually I would create a fake alias to protect identities, but this is too great). Someone called out to her in the cafe and she responded. I haven't spotted her recently. She wasn't here on Tuesday, yesterday or today. Perhaps she has swine flu or much worse (she went blind upon seeing her horrible crows feet). Maybe she had a heart attack because she realized she wasn't Jackie Kennedy.
I see two members of her clique. They are in front of me as always.
That huge blond who wears the tight-fitting, paisley tops appears as though she got a haircut (the back is uneven, it was either an at-home attempt or a Great Clips do). She is also wearing a shirt with ruffles! Yes, a woman standing at about five foot three and has at least 200 pounds on her is sporting ruffles! *shakes head*
"Dogs never bite me. Just humans."-Marilyn Monroe
-M. Junk
October 15, 2009
Junk Chips In Her 2 Cents
Before I begin the official topic for this rather crude blog, let me tell you about something marvelous and yet, completely bewildering that just occurred.
The Jackie Kennedy wannabe bought something at my stand today!
I cast a glance above my laptop to see the horribly flipped hairdo a foot away from me. I could see her gray roots from where she was standing (I never noticed that before) and the crows feet was jabbing at my eyes.
She was sporting these brown flood pants and this cream colored jacket with matching-shade brown flowers all over it. The material was thick but not insulated. The trying-to-be-posh, off-white clutch wasn't helping.
When she spoke, it was how I had always imagined. Her mouth moves very oddly and she pronounced words with an "AR" sound slowly. It left a lasting impression on the ears. She asked for stationary cards on October 15th at 10:16am.
I should name this lady. Use her as a novel figure. So far, I've simply been referring to her as The Jackie Kennedy Wannabe. I'll have to come back to that.
I mentioned being able to name all my fashion pet peeves.
Here are some of my favorite looks to hate:
10.) Northface Jackets. They don't keep you warm. They are plain and ugly. They don't flatter any body type. They are expensive. In-depth explanation for why this has landed a spot on the list shouldn't be required for anybody with working eyes and a shred of taste.
Ok, so this guy is kind of cool, but that still doesn't make up for the awful threads.
9.) Bad Plastic Surgery. Nose jobs are a commonplace where I went to high school, and I never thought those surgeries looked according to Hoyle. They just always looked inaccurate and kind of creepy and slimy. Their noses would go from being a bumpy snout to being delicate ski jump noses. This plastic must stop (but not those amazing, out of proportion boob jobs-done best by Pamela Anderson and Daisy De La Hoya;).
The procedure is uneconomical (the average cost for rhinoplasty in America is 4,277$. http://www.yourplasticsurgeryguide.com/rhinoplasty/howperformed.htm) and the surgical process, heeling and aftermath are as unappealing as your grandmother in a porno. Rhinoplasty is the most common cosmetic/plastic surgery among the under 19 population. Breast reduction, correction of breast asymmetry, treatment of gynecomastia (basically, ridding a guy of manboobs), chin augmentation and liposuction take places 2#-5#.
8.)Fake Smiling. The real thing gleams a brilliant light. The fake ones make your face appear tight and nervous. That's not so ducky. Genuine happiness is beautiful.
Well, besides the excessive use of cheap hair gel.......
7.) Polo Shirts. They make boobs look saggy. The collars are strangely placed and the tacky alligator label doesn't help. Unless there is a paint stain or a couple rips here and there (or it's attire for work and/or sleeping), you look like a tool (especially with the layering and collar popping-makes me shutter).
The breasts appear to be sagging. The label should at least be a kitty if it must exist.
6.) Hollister/Abercrombie/American Eagle. I find it very problematic when a tee shirt costs an arm and a leg and THEN it smells like a gay whore house. In order to find this shirt you would need to get past the plastic potted plants of horror and than obtain night vision to navigate (the mall can't pay to light up these stores- perhaps they think a rayless, awful-smelling room is better than seeing the merchandise?)
Nope, every Hollister looks the same.
5.) Crocs Footwear. I don't even consider them shoes. I love the environment, but not when a recycled product comes out in such a tasteless form. They come in all colors and sizes, but only if you want to pay the price. These babies run at a start price of 30$, are of poor quality and are ugly (Thanks Maddox;). People who sport this unworthy foot gear rant and rave about the comfort these shoes bring. Rejection and a white-trash vibe is what they bring.
No excuse.....
4.) Bad Prom Dresses. Pictures are required asap for a visual aid. Bad patterns (for me to consider a pattern "bad" calls for a round of applause), lines on the shoulders (from hours frying in tanning beds), unflattering waist lines, that birthday-ribbon-ish curly hair, dingy shoes and overdosed make-up put this...whole event really, high on the list.
Faces must be concealed, for these are citizens of Cleveland. The chick on the left wasn't actually that crummy of a human, but her tan lines are bringing me down. I always had this feeling that she possessed some neat talent (like dress-sewing, Boston Cream Pie baking or being able to play D&D) but she couldn't share it for some reason. The chick on the right had a face that was strictly from hunger, a malnourished body and a liverish personality to match. I applaud her for finding the ugliest dress pattern, the ugliest dress length and the ugliest dress cut in the city though.
3.) Spray Tanning. It breaks my heart. Natural skin is lovely. Pale skin reminds me of the moon. Why wrinkle and destroy your skin to resemble a carrot? Oh, and have gross, unnatural tanning lines?
Well-known pale beauties are Dita Von Teese, Liv Tyler, Amy Lee (of band, Evanescence) and Nichole Kidman.
2.) Bad Tattoos. I love tattoos. Men and women alike with excellent ink are a fantastic turn on. What if the ink is of poor quality, inappropriately placed or just a bad design? It's stuck to you forever and nothing can patch that up.
^What "regret" looks like.
^Ink done right. This is James Suicide. I, myself have a little ink on my left foot. It's a shamrock to represent my Irish heritage and that I have luck on my side. I plan on adding more throughout my life.
1.) Dogs in Purses. Dogs are mutts, but they still don't deserve to be treated like accessories. I want to free them from the stamped Coach purses. It's utmost degrading to the animal (and illuminates the stupidity of the woman).
Animal Cruelty.
I LOVE THIS MAN: http://www.thebestpageintheuniverse.net/c.cgi?u=fashion
"Constructive criticism is about finding something good and positive to soften the blow to the real critique of what really went on"-Paula Abdul
-M.Junk
The Jackie Kennedy wannabe bought something at my stand today!
I cast a glance above my laptop to see the horribly flipped hairdo a foot away from me. I could see her gray roots from where she was standing (I never noticed that before) and the crows feet was jabbing at my eyes.
She was sporting these brown flood pants and this cream colored jacket with matching-shade brown flowers all over it. The material was thick but not insulated. The trying-to-be-posh, off-white clutch wasn't helping.
When she spoke, it was how I had always imagined. Her mouth moves very oddly and she pronounced words with an "AR" sound slowly. It left a lasting impression on the ears. She asked for stationary cards on October 15th at 10:16am.
I should name this lady. Use her as a novel figure. So far, I've simply been referring to her as The Jackie Kennedy Wannabe. I'll have to come back to that.
I mentioned being able to name all my fashion pet peeves.
Here are some of my favorite looks to hate:
10.) Northface Jackets. They don't keep you warm. They are plain and ugly. They don't flatter any body type. They are expensive. In-depth explanation for why this has landed a spot on the list shouldn't be required for anybody with working eyes and a shred of taste.
Ok, so this guy is kind of cool, but that still doesn't make up for the awful threads.
9.) Bad Plastic Surgery. Nose jobs are a commonplace where I went to high school, and I never thought those surgeries looked according to Hoyle. They just always looked inaccurate and kind of creepy and slimy. Their noses would go from being a bumpy snout to being delicate ski jump noses. This plastic must stop (but not those amazing, out of proportion boob jobs-done best by Pamela Anderson and Daisy De La Hoya;).
The procedure is uneconomical (the average cost for rhinoplasty in America is 4,277$. http://www.yourplasticsurgeryguide.com/rhinoplasty/howperformed.htm) and the surgical process, heeling and aftermath are as unappealing as your grandmother in a porno. Rhinoplasty is the most common cosmetic/plastic surgery among the under 19 population. Breast reduction, correction of breast asymmetry, treatment of gynecomastia (basically, ridding a guy of manboobs), chin augmentation and liposuction take places 2#-5#.
8.)Fake Smiling. The real thing gleams a brilliant light. The fake ones make your face appear tight and nervous. That's not so ducky. Genuine happiness is beautiful.
Well, besides the excessive use of cheap hair gel.......
7.) Polo Shirts. They make boobs look saggy. The collars are strangely placed and the tacky alligator label doesn't help. Unless there is a paint stain or a couple rips here and there (or it's attire for work and/or sleeping), you look like a tool (especially with the layering and collar popping-makes me shutter).
The breasts appear to be sagging. The label should at least be a kitty if it must exist.
6.) Hollister/Abercrombie/American Eagle. I find it very problematic when a tee shirt costs an arm and a leg and THEN it smells like a gay whore house. In order to find this shirt you would need to get past the plastic potted plants of horror and than obtain night vision to navigate (the mall can't pay to light up these stores- perhaps they think a rayless, awful-smelling room is better than seeing the merchandise?)
Nope, every Hollister looks the same.
5.) Crocs Footwear. I don't even consider them shoes. I love the environment, but not when a recycled product comes out in such a tasteless form. They come in all colors and sizes, but only if you want to pay the price. These babies run at a start price of 30$, are of poor quality and are ugly (Thanks Maddox;). People who sport this unworthy foot gear rant and rave about the comfort these shoes bring. Rejection and a white-trash vibe is what they bring.
No excuse.....
4.) Bad Prom Dresses. Pictures are required asap for a visual aid. Bad patterns (for me to consider a pattern "bad" calls for a round of applause), lines on the shoulders (from hours frying in tanning beds), unflattering waist lines, that birthday-ribbon-ish curly hair, dingy shoes and overdosed make-up put this...whole event really, high on the list.
Faces must be concealed, for these are citizens of Cleveland. The chick on the left wasn't actually that crummy of a human, but her tan lines are bringing me down. I always had this feeling that she possessed some neat talent (like dress-sewing, Boston Cream Pie baking or being able to play D&D) but she couldn't share it for some reason. The chick on the right had a face that was strictly from hunger, a malnourished body and a liverish personality to match. I applaud her for finding the ugliest dress pattern, the ugliest dress length and the ugliest dress cut in the city though.
3.) Spray Tanning. It breaks my heart. Natural skin is lovely. Pale skin reminds me of the moon. Why wrinkle and destroy your skin to resemble a carrot? Oh, and have gross, unnatural tanning lines?
Well-known pale beauties are Dita Von Teese, Liv Tyler, Amy Lee (of band, Evanescence) and Nichole Kidman.
2.) Bad Tattoos. I love tattoos. Men and women alike with excellent ink are a fantastic turn on. What if the ink is of poor quality, inappropriately placed or just a bad design? It's stuck to you forever and nothing can patch that up.
^What "regret" looks like.
^Ink done right. This is James Suicide. I, myself have a little ink on my left foot. It's a shamrock to represent my Irish heritage and that I have luck on my side. I plan on adding more throughout my life.
1.) Dogs in Purses. Dogs are mutts, but they still don't deserve to be treated like accessories. I want to free them from the stamped Coach purses. It's utmost degrading to the animal (and illuminates the stupidity of the woman).
Animal Cruelty.
I LOVE THIS MAN: http://www.thebestpageintheuniverse.net/c.cgi?u=fashion
"Constructive criticism is about finding something good and positive to soften the blow to the real critique of what really went on"-Paula Abdul
-M.Junk
October 14, 2009
Junk Gets The Jitters
In 2 weeks and 6 1/2 days, I will be treading into the Brown Aveda Institute with heavy legs and a lump in my throat for the first time.
I just found out on the 20th, there is an orientation. I am going to meet the other ladies in the November 2009-August 2010 class and try on my uniform.
People are going to see that weird pin-up chick and frankly, I'm a little flustered.
It's 10 months with barely any breathing room. Being surrounded by folks who dislike you can be almost suicidal in a situation like that.
I mean, as much as I was made fun of in high school, at least it was only five days a week for six hours. This is five days a week, 9-5 in a city a good forty five minute drive away.
Well, all I know right now is these two young hens-to-be are hanging over my counter. They keep breaking out into random tittering. They also keep asking me if I have merchandise that we obviously don't have. Both of them need better hairspray and less spray tanning oils covering themselves.
Next blog? My list of fashion pet peeves.
And of course I will let you know how the orientation goes the second I have the opportunity.
"If you're not just a little bit nervous before a match, you probably don't have the expectations of yourself that you should have"-Hale Irwin
-M.Junk
I just found out on the 20th, there is an orientation. I am going to meet the other ladies in the November 2009-August 2010 class and try on my uniform.
People are going to see that weird pin-up chick and frankly, I'm a little flustered.
It's 10 months with barely any breathing room. Being surrounded by folks who dislike you can be almost suicidal in a situation like that.
I mean, as much as I was made fun of in high school, at least it was only five days a week for six hours. This is five days a week, 9-5 in a city a good forty five minute drive away.
Well, all I know right now is these two young hens-to-be are hanging over my counter. They keep breaking out into random tittering. They also keep asking me if I have merchandise that we obviously don't have. Both of them need better hairspray and less spray tanning oils covering themselves.
Next blog? My list of fashion pet peeves.
And of course I will let you know how the orientation goes the second I have the opportunity.
"If you're not just a little bit nervous before a match, you probably don't have the expectations of yourself that you should have"-Hale Irwin
-M.Junk
October 8, 2009
A Collection Of Junk
So that lady with the Yale-hopping daughter just entered the cafe in anti-fashion. A pinstripe suit (horribly placed vertical stripes, badly removed shoulder pads, etc.) and a HUGE, bright white fake flower on the breast pocket. This lady honestly thinks shes Jackie Kennedy or something!
I bought this incredible coat yesterday. It's lengthy, white and decorated with black polka dots. I love polka dots.
I think I am going to design appearances. They will all have an attire, a scene, a hairstyle and an inspiration.
The names and descriptions of these attires will be as followed:
The Sarah Avery
Inspiration: Ingrid Bergman/ Harujuku/ Alice In Wonderland
Height/Body Type: Between 5'5" and 5'8". Fuller breasts. Thicker hips. Slimmer legs.
Face: Preferably Blue Eyes. Freckles are a plus. Fair skin. Full lips. Dark red lips, overdone cheeks. Natural eyes, but very long, fake eyelashes (perhaps with a green tint). Going for a China Doll look.
Outfit: Classic white button down and a gray vest (dip cut and very revealing). Below will be a large circle skirt that will cinch at the waist. The skirt will be clean cut but messy at the same time. Multiple shades of gray, white, black and blue and green will be used. Under the circle skirt will be an extremely skimpy, white slip (complete with ruffles, etc.). When she walks and the skirt flips up, a super bright blue garter belt will be visible. Bright green stilettos with animated detailing and a bright blue, silver and green ribbon in the hair will be the accessories to complete this appearance.
Hair: So blond its almost white. The ribbon will compliment the part natural, part fingerwaved hair.
The Alexandra
Inspiration: Lauren Bacall/The Flapper Era/Steam Punk
Height/Body Type: Between 5'5" and 6'0". Very full breasts. Long Figure.
Face: Strong features. Blue eyes. Glowing skin. Large smile. Dark eyeliner, but a neutral eyelid. Long, glittery, fake eyeslashes. Heavy cheeks. very dark, red lips. "brash" make-up.
Outfit: Scoop neck dress. The dress is tight-fitting and the the scoop neck pushes the breasts very close together and pushes them up to fullest extent. The dress is a deep, plum color and is tied at the waist with a leopard-print belt. Dramatic, leopard-print, fake (i mean OBVIOUSLY fake) nails, a black and plum colored steam punk hat with flower, feather and leopard print detail, a gold clutch, leg-lengthening plum and gold heels and specifically-placed pearls will complete this look.
Hair: Tied off the face but wavy and natural and go together with the hat. Preferably blond hair.
The Mandy
Inspiration: Clara Bow/Early 90's Hip Hop
Height/Body Type: Between 5'0" and 5'5". Slim with fuller breasts and a small waist. Larger hips and derriere. Preferably slightly smaller than an hourglass.
Face: Very round and bright eyes like Clara Bow. Dainty but noticeable features all around. Red lips. The rest of the face will be more neutral.
Outfit: Jeans that are washed out and baggy at the bottom but as it goes up the legs the jeans tighten. The jeans go a little above the waist. Red bikini top splattered with black, white and gold paint. "Crack Is Wack" will be painted on one of the breasts of the top. Tacky, gold chains will be seen around her slender neck. Tacky, gold hoop earrings are a must. A hot pink belt must be wrapped around the naked waist. Torn and worn red stiletto converse will be the shoes for this attire. A toe hole will be poked into one shoe. Phrases such as, "The Wu Tang Is Dangerous", "White Girl" and, "I Fucked Your Dealer" will be sharpie-scrawled on the shoes.
Hair: Tons of volume but still straight. Preferably reddish/brown. Tied up into a huge bow by a torn, colorful rag. Matching rags will be tied around her wrists.
The Mel Jayne
Inspiration: Camille Clifford/ Rockabilly
Height/Body Type: Very tall (5'8" and above). Very slender. Defined figure.
Face: Very high cheekbones. Large eyes. Done up cheeks. Long, fake eyelashes that show off the grand almond shape. Bright, red lips is a must.
Outfit: Bright red, tight fitted top with white buttons going down the front. Stretches around the neck and ends at the waist, where the shirt will be met with a black pencil skirt that will hit the knees. A white headpiece or headband with black polka dots, a matching bag and pumps will set the look. Black bandannas either daintily tied around the neck, wrists or the bag handle will top off this look.
Hair: Darker. Even the darkest of black. The polka dotted headpiece must involve netting in the design. Even a veil would give the outfit the feel I desire. Curly and messily, yet neatly pinned up hair (including a very tall pompadour) with straight, Bettie Page bangs will be what I search for.
The Jesse Pontiac, Shannon Ferrari and Ali Bug
Inspiration: Mia Farrow/Steam Punk/ Flapper Era
Height/Body Type: All petite, slender figures. As short as 4'10" and as tall as 5'4".
Face: Jesse Pontiac (The Vampire) will have comical make-up (deep, purple lips, pale skin, multiple shades of blue, green, black, etc. on the eyes, etc.). Shannon Ferrari (The Princess) will have overdone cheeks, dramatic eyelashes, standout eyes and brilliant, red lips. Ali Bug (The Fairy) will have light but glittery make-up. Her lips will be a pale pink.
Outfit: Jesse Pontiac will wear a skimpy (when I say skimpy, I mean barely covering her chest) black bikini with a tuxedo-themed garter, tuxedo-themed slip and a very tall (I'm talking a good, extra foot) steam punk hat. Feathers, bells, flowers, netting, etc. will decorate this hat. She will wear a super dramatic bow tie and detailed eye goggles with many lenses and an attached gas mask (but its important her eyes are still visible). Shannon Ferrari is the princess, but not a snobby princess. A pink, halter wiggle dress fits for this princess. A black coat with pink, purple and zebra print detail will be a nice fit. Clear, 5+ inch "Cinderella Heels", A zebra-print muff, a shimmering clutch and a bright pink pillbox hat with zebra-print detailing will have her shining. Ali Bug is the light and tiny fairy. A bright white/off white steam punk hat with delicate detail will coordinate with her small, white thong, ruffled and extremely detailed corset, ruffled garters, pearls precisely placed will have my fantasy coming true. Tattooed (even if its fake) wings will be a fantastic plus. This attire will not require shoes.
Hair: Jesse Pontiac has a short, frazzled haircut dyed black and under shades of purple. Shannon Ferrari also has a short haircut (and shes the redhead), but primary extensions will allow me to give her a 60's-based, Jackie Kennedy flip to match her pillbox hat. Ali Bug is a short-haired blond who will primarily sport Mia Farrow's famous cut from motion picture, "Rosemary's Baby".
I Will Return To This Collection Of Junk Later <3
"I never kept up with the fashions. I believed in wearing what I thought looked good on me"-Bettie Page
-M. Junk
I bought this incredible coat yesterday. It's lengthy, white and decorated with black polka dots. I love polka dots.
I think I am going to design appearances. They will all have an attire, a scene, a hairstyle and an inspiration.
The names and descriptions of these attires will be as followed:
The Sarah Avery
Inspiration: Ingrid Bergman/ Harujuku/ Alice In Wonderland
Height/Body Type: Between 5'5" and 5'8". Fuller breasts. Thicker hips. Slimmer legs.
Face: Preferably Blue Eyes. Freckles are a plus. Fair skin. Full lips. Dark red lips, overdone cheeks. Natural eyes, but very long, fake eyelashes (perhaps with a green tint). Going for a China Doll look.
Outfit: Classic white button down and a gray vest (dip cut and very revealing). Below will be a large circle skirt that will cinch at the waist. The skirt will be clean cut but messy at the same time. Multiple shades of gray, white, black and blue and green will be used. Under the circle skirt will be an extremely skimpy, white slip (complete with ruffles, etc.). When she walks and the skirt flips up, a super bright blue garter belt will be visible. Bright green stilettos with animated detailing and a bright blue, silver and green ribbon in the hair will be the accessories to complete this appearance.
Hair: So blond its almost white. The ribbon will compliment the part natural, part fingerwaved hair.
The Alexandra
Inspiration: Lauren Bacall/The Flapper Era/Steam Punk
Height/Body Type: Between 5'5" and 6'0". Very full breasts. Long Figure.
Face: Strong features. Blue eyes. Glowing skin. Large smile. Dark eyeliner, but a neutral eyelid. Long, glittery, fake eyeslashes. Heavy cheeks. very dark, red lips. "brash" make-up.
Outfit: Scoop neck dress. The dress is tight-fitting and the the scoop neck pushes the breasts very close together and pushes them up to fullest extent. The dress is a deep, plum color and is tied at the waist with a leopard-print belt. Dramatic, leopard-print, fake (i mean OBVIOUSLY fake) nails, a black and plum colored steam punk hat with flower, feather and leopard print detail, a gold clutch, leg-lengthening plum and gold heels and specifically-placed pearls will complete this look.
Hair: Tied off the face but wavy and natural and go together with the hat. Preferably blond hair.
The Mandy
Inspiration: Clara Bow/Early 90's Hip Hop
Height/Body Type: Between 5'0" and 5'5". Slim with fuller breasts and a small waist. Larger hips and derriere. Preferably slightly smaller than an hourglass.
Face: Very round and bright eyes like Clara Bow. Dainty but noticeable features all around. Red lips. The rest of the face will be more neutral.
Outfit: Jeans that are washed out and baggy at the bottom but as it goes up the legs the jeans tighten. The jeans go a little above the waist. Red bikini top splattered with black, white and gold paint. "Crack Is Wack" will be painted on one of the breasts of the top. Tacky, gold chains will be seen around her slender neck. Tacky, gold hoop earrings are a must. A hot pink belt must be wrapped around the naked waist. Torn and worn red stiletto converse will be the shoes for this attire. A toe hole will be poked into one shoe. Phrases such as, "The Wu Tang Is Dangerous", "White Girl" and, "I Fucked Your Dealer" will be sharpie-scrawled on the shoes.
Hair: Tons of volume but still straight. Preferably reddish/brown. Tied up into a huge bow by a torn, colorful rag. Matching rags will be tied around her wrists.
The Mel Jayne
Inspiration: Camille Clifford/ Rockabilly
Height/Body Type: Very tall (5'8" and above). Very slender. Defined figure.
Face: Very high cheekbones. Large eyes. Done up cheeks. Long, fake eyelashes that show off the grand almond shape. Bright, red lips is a must.
Outfit: Bright red, tight fitted top with white buttons going down the front. Stretches around the neck and ends at the waist, where the shirt will be met with a black pencil skirt that will hit the knees. A white headpiece or headband with black polka dots, a matching bag and pumps will set the look. Black bandannas either daintily tied around the neck, wrists or the bag handle will top off this look.
Hair: Darker. Even the darkest of black. The polka dotted headpiece must involve netting in the design. Even a veil would give the outfit the feel I desire. Curly and messily, yet neatly pinned up hair (including a very tall pompadour) with straight, Bettie Page bangs will be what I search for.
The Jesse Pontiac, Shannon Ferrari and Ali Bug
Inspiration: Mia Farrow/Steam Punk/ Flapper Era
Height/Body Type: All petite, slender figures. As short as 4'10" and as tall as 5'4".
Face: Jesse Pontiac (The Vampire) will have comical make-up (deep, purple lips, pale skin, multiple shades of blue, green, black, etc. on the eyes, etc.). Shannon Ferrari (The Princess) will have overdone cheeks, dramatic eyelashes, standout eyes and brilliant, red lips. Ali Bug (The Fairy) will have light but glittery make-up. Her lips will be a pale pink.
Outfit: Jesse Pontiac will wear a skimpy (when I say skimpy, I mean barely covering her chest) black bikini with a tuxedo-themed garter, tuxedo-themed slip and a very tall (I'm talking a good, extra foot) steam punk hat. Feathers, bells, flowers, netting, etc. will decorate this hat. She will wear a super dramatic bow tie and detailed eye goggles with many lenses and an attached gas mask (but its important her eyes are still visible). Shannon Ferrari is the princess, but not a snobby princess. A pink, halter wiggle dress fits for this princess. A black coat with pink, purple and zebra print detail will be a nice fit. Clear, 5+ inch "Cinderella Heels", A zebra-print muff, a shimmering clutch and a bright pink pillbox hat with zebra-print detailing will have her shining. Ali Bug is the light and tiny fairy. A bright white/off white steam punk hat with delicate detail will coordinate with her small, white thong, ruffled and extremely detailed corset, ruffled garters, pearls precisely placed will have my fantasy coming true. Tattooed (even if its fake) wings will be a fantastic plus. This attire will not require shoes.
Hair: Jesse Pontiac has a short, frazzled haircut dyed black and under shades of purple. Shannon Ferrari also has a short haircut (and shes the redhead), but primary extensions will allow me to give her a 60's-based, Jackie Kennedy flip to match her pillbox hat. Ali Bug is a short-haired blond who will primarily sport Mia Farrow's famous cut from motion picture, "Rosemary's Baby".
I Will Return To This Collection Of Junk Later <3
"I never kept up with the fashions. I believed in wearing what I thought looked good on me"-Bettie Page
-M. Junk
October 7, 2009
Junk Turns 19
Today is my 19th birthday. My mind doesn't feel like turning on, so I'll just have some fun. I'll list accessories I may splurge on with my birthday money:
10.) A new pillbox hat-preferably in bright purple or leopard print (or a mixture of both!)
9.) A Marie Antoinette-inspired gown (like the anti-prom dress I got from the Unique Thrift)
8.) An original Huey Newton-inspired Black Panthers hat
7.) Extremely high waisted pants or shorts (I'm talking 90's high waisted)
6.) Feather and flower hair pieces
5.) Detailed steam punk hat
4.) Ultra tight, ultra fitted polka dot wiggle dress
3.) Circle skirt (preferably in a bright color of course)
2.) New slips. I actually saw this amazing slip on ebay. It was blue and there was a cartoon of two pin up girls fighting each other on the bottom corner.
1.) The leopard faux fur Bettie Page coat (I saw it at Flower Child in Lakewood). I claim it mine.
I think I'm going to learn how to sew. I want to learn how to create all these items (except the original Black Panthers hat) with my own hands.
Also, I'm wearing Revlon shade #440 "Cherries In The Snow" red lipstick in honor of Miss. Cherry Pie, Bobbie Brown (today is her birthday too).
"The secret of staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age"-Lucille Ball
-M.Junk
10.) A new pillbox hat-preferably in bright purple or leopard print (or a mixture of both!)
9.) A Marie Antoinette-inspired gown (like the anti-prom dress I got from the Unique Thrift)
8.) An original Huey Newton-inspired Black Panthers hat
7.) Extremely high waisted pants or shorts (I'm talking 90's high waisted)
6.) Feather and flower hair pieces
5.) Detailed steam punk hat
4.) Ultra tight, ultra fitted polka dot wiggle dress
3.) Circle skirt (preferably in a bright color of course)
2.) New slips. I actually saw this amazing slip on ebay. It was blue and there was a cartoon of two pin up girls fighting each other on the bottom corner.
1.) The leopard faux fur Bettie Page coat (I saw it at Flower Child in Lakewood). I claim it mine.
I think I'm going to learn how to sew. I want to learn how to create all these items (except the original Black Panthers hat) with my own hands.
Also, I'm wearing Revlon shade #440 "Cherries In The Snow" red lipstick in honor of Miss. Cherry Pie, Bobbie Brown (today is her birthday too).
"The secret of staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age"-Lucille Ball
-M.Junk
October 6, 2009
Junk Can't Dance
Tommy The Clown
This cafe I slave at does not embolden me. There is this group of women older than 40 but younger than 70 that come here everyday. Three of the five of the members of this clique are sitting in front of me now as I type.
They blather so loudly it splits my heavily pierced ears. The usual matters in hand they discuss are meeting so and so at Legacy Village, fancy purses, diets and what colleges their children are attending (from the limited observation, two of the women have a son(s) in college and one has a daughter studying law at Yale).
The woman with the law-studying daughter always flips her hair, almost as though she was trying to impersonate Jackie Kennedy (but failing miserably). Her mouth moves oddly whenever she opens it (which occurs quite often) and she mixes gold and silver together in the worst possible fashion. She opts to sporting heavy, black eyeliner which allows her crows feet to pop out from a mile away.
The blond one is about five foot four and an even 200 pounds. I have no woe with bigger women (I have had the biggest crush on Queen Latifah since I could last remember), but when bigger women wear clothing that does not compliment their curves, it becomes one of my biggest pet peeves. The blond is harnessing these laugh-worthy flood pants and this appalling, tight, pale blue blouse. The fit enlarges her wide waist and the color washes out her pasty skin (and all of her other plain features).
The third one present today could have been pleasing to the eye at one time, but than thought bland, argyle sweaters would put her up there with Ingrid Bergman and Katharine Hepburn. She was tragically wrong. Her plain, brown locks (cheap hair conditioner obviously used) and eye-blood inducing black shoes show she has given up on inventing a new and creative appearance and has fallen into line with these other old hens.
Something has opened my mind though which I would love to share. I recently have met a krump dancer, and while I can't hold a beat (beyond tap dancing) to save my life, this unusual street dance sparked curiosity.
Clowning was founded in 1992 by a man who people will simply refer to as Tommy The Clown (also known as Thomas Johnson) after his prison sentance was up. This grand event in dance hsitory took place in Compton, California. They used this jacose dancing to entertain children at parties. Krump was spawned off of clowning. The emotions in clowning are supposed to be more relaxed and fun. Krump is angrier and involves more drastic jerking movements. One of the biggest names in this field is Lil' C, the founder and leader of the Krump Kings flock, Ceasare. This krump dancer explained the different groups of krump dancers you could be apart of (of course, your only inducted into such an organization if you can dance as well as them or even beat them in a dance battle).
The bright and diverting colored clothing catches my attention. Wigs, make-up, shoes, huge dresses (but still easy to move in), mammoth sized pants, hats, insane weaves, suits, boots, knee length socks all torn, ripped, painted, frayed, etc.
It's like the city of Cleveland. Just the movement inspires a new idea.
Instead of hearing my usual babble about pin up, Suicide Girls and red lipstick, I will list certain decades, scenes, etc. that inspire my styling:
8.) Rosie the Riveter. This famous cartoon is based during the World War 2 era, when women began working outside of the home (this was an extremely new concept at the time). I spy the overalls, denims and bandana patterns (I love bandana, flower patterns, etc.).
A real-life Rosie The Riveter. I <3 the saddle shoes.
7.) The Pillbox Hat. The history of this petite, little lady accessory runs deep. It used to be apart of some military attire. Later, you would see this versitile hat worn by members of the Commonwealth of Nations. Later, style icons such as Jackie Kennedy began this trend. Although dying now, I plan on bringing it back.
6.) Hippies. 60's and 70's hipsters from Woodstock to Haight Ashbury. The tye dye, sing along festivals, drastic sunglasses and patterns get my fashion bug drooling everytime.
A duet at a parade on stilts.
5.) The Zoot Suit. Once described by Malcolm X as, "a killer-diller coat with a drape shape, reet pleats and shoulders padded like a lunatic's cell". The zoot suit came to life in the 1930's and originally prominentally worn by the young, Mexican population. The suits are baggy, bright and it's common to find a long (and when I say long, I mean very long) chain hanging down the pants. It's the only time when a man wearing pink can intimidate you.
Zoot Suits were designed for taller people so I would have to make my own.
4.) Steam Punk. This updated but Victorian-inspired style is based off science fiction and fantasy novels. Just check out the hats, goggles and dresses for a taste of this bizarre subculture.
3.) The 80's. Big hair. Leg Warmers. No further explanation required.
Olivia Newton John was an 80's icon. "Let's get Physical" is still sung to this day.
2.) Early 90's Hip Hop. Although hip hop the music was founded in the 70's in Bronx, New York, this unusual clothing populated in the 90's. High-waisted pants, animated attire, plether, layered denim, cheesy jewlery (I am a sucker for those huge, tacky chains), etc. were apart of this blown up scene (google image group, Grandmaster Flash And The Furious Five for a fullfilling picture of this era).
Musical legends, Run DMC. They ran the hip hop scene throughout the 80's, 90's until 2002. They have been ranked by "Rolling Stone" magazine as the 48th greatest musical group of all time and they were the second group in the rap/hip hop genre to be inducted into the Hall Of Fame (Grandmaster Flash and The Furious Five were first). They put out seven albums, which three went platinum and 1986's, "Raising Hell" went triple platinum (you know, "It's Tricky"....). I still love the tacky chains and the Billie Holiday glasses.
1.) The Flapper Girls. These ladies were the ultimate rebels. This was during the 20's, when women were demanded to wear heavy, lengthy gowns, long hair and possess barely-there personalities. Flapper girls chopped their hair, wore heavy make-up, listened to jazz and expirimental music, smoked, drank, had casual sex, wore short skirts, drove automobiles alone, etc.
Observe the heavy, make-up and skimpy slip dress. She would have been considered a "hussy", "strumpet" and "gangsters wife" by many (and even to this day).
"If it wasn't for 2 Live Crew videos wouldn't look like they do and rappers wouldn't sound like they do"- Luther Campbell
-M.Junk
October 1, 2009
Junk Get's A Goal
Settled in a circle on a colorful carpet, my second grade teacher asked her class of twenty three kids what they wanted to be when they grew up. After hearing about dreams of being doctors, cops and teachers, she heard a meek and petite girl claim some bizarre future plans.
"I want to marry Kurt Cobain". That was me.
Mother wanted to send me off to a nuthouse, but just laughed instead. My Dad simply explained the tragic death of Kurt Cobain in 1994.
I'd still be sent to a nuthouse if my parents were normal. I'm going to be 19 in a week and I want to be a pin up model more than anything else in the entire world.
They believe pin up goes as far back as the late 1800's, but the term, "pin up" was first patented in 1941.
Pin-up models have been drawn and sculpted. They are supposed to represent the perfect woman (hour glass figure, beautiful and fair but fierce face, etc.). Pin up calendars and tiny types are hung informally as well (soldiers have them in barracks, etc.). One of the first very popular "sex symbols" was Betty Grable. She was known for her adept and flawless legs. World War two soldiers adored her. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pin-up_girl
And as usual, I'm taking a gander at these ladies' locks. Right now my latest fingerwaving inspiration has been Mae Capone. She was not considered pin up, but she did do underground modeling while she was married to American gangster, Al Capone (that is, before his first arrest in 1931 and than all the following appeal trials relating to his tax evasion, murder, gun running and bootlegging charges- afterwards, she often hid from the public).
Though she isn't pin up either, Amy Winehouse currently wears my favorite beehive. Ellen Drew is currently one of my favorite old-time blonds.
Here are some other old-time (and even some new time) women I inspire from:
1910's-1920's: Vilma Banky, Clara Bow (the "It" girl), Camille Clifford (a living statue), Bebe Daniels, Billie Dove, Greta Garbo, Bessie Love, Nita Naldi, Pola Negri, Anita Page, Olive Thomas and Alice White (those EYES!).
1930's: Annabella, Dolores del Rio, Ginger Rogers, Thelma Todd, Toby Wing.
1940's: Lauren Bacall, Diana Barrymore, Ingrid Bergman, Linda Darnell, Yvonne De Carlo, Judy Garland, Jane Greer, June Haver, Candy Jones, Hedy Lamarr, Carmen Miranda (and her epic fruit hair displays), Ella Raines, Gene Tierney, Esther Williams.
1950's: Pier Angeli, Carroll Baker, Brigitte Bardot, Candy Barr (greatest exotic dancer ever), Mara Corday, Hazel Court, Dorothy Dandridge, Sandra Dee, Allison Hayes, Eartha Kitt ("the most exciting woman in the world), Joi Lansing, Jayne Mansfield, Irish McCalla, Cleo Moore, Maila Nurmi, Lili St. Cyr (another amazing exotic dancer), Tempest Storm (love redheads;), Marta Toren, Mamie Van Doren. This was an explosive decade in pin up history. This was also the decade when Marilyn Monroe and Bettie Page were at the height of their careers.
1960's: Pamela Green (has this True Romance theme about her) and Margaret Nolan. Obviously pin up went through a time period of suffering(but at least this decade is responsible for Jackie Kennedy).
1970's: Barbi Benton (redhead alert;), Farrah Fawcett, Goldie Hawn, Kate Jackson, Peggy Lipton, Julie Newmar, Jaclyn Smith, Bern Nadette Stanis, Cheryl Tiegs.
1980's: Bobbie Brown (Miss.Cherry Pie), Samantha Fox, Kelly LeBrock, Linnea Quigley.
1990's: (The years of Pamela Anderson), Cindy Margolis, Cindy Crawford, Carmen Electra.
The New Millenium: Jami Deadly, Bernie Dexter, Loulou Vob Brochwitz (and Miss. Dita Von Teese)
"In my dream world, every girl is pin up"- M. Junk
-M. Junk
"I want to marry Kurt Cobain". That was me.
Mother wanted to send me off to a nuthouse, but just laughed instead. My Dad simply explained the tragic death of Kurt Cobain in 1994.
I'd still be sent to a nuthouse if my parents were normal. I'm going to be 19 in a week and I want to be a pin up model more than anything else in the entire world.
They believe pin up goes as far back as the late 1800's, but the term, "pin up" was first patented in 1941.
Pin-up models have been drawn and sculpted. They are supposed to represent the perfect woman (hour glass figure, beautiful and fair but fierce face, etc.). Pin up calendars and tiny types are hung informally as well (soldiers have them in barracks, etc.). One of the first very popular "sex symbols" was Betty Grable. She was known for her adept and flawless legs. World War two soldiers adored her. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pin-up_girl
And as usual, I'm taking a gander at these ladies' locks. Right now my latest fingerwaving inspiration has been Mae Capone. She was not considered pin up, but she did do underground modeling while she was married to American gangster, Al Capone (that is, before his first arrest in 1931 and than all the following appeal trials relating to his tax evasion, murder, gun running and bootlegging charges- afterwards, she often hid from the public).
Though she isn't pin up either, Amy Winehouse currently wears my favorite beehive. Ellen Drew is currently one of my favorite old-time blonds.
Here are some other old-time (and even some new time) women I inspire from:
1910's-1920's: Vilma Banky, Clara Bow (the "It" girl), Camille Clifford (a living statue), Bebe Daniels, Billie Dove, Greta Garbo, Bessie Love, Nita Naldi, Pola Negri, Anita Page, Olive Thomas and Alice White (those EYES!).
1930's: Annabella, Dolores del Rio, Ginger Rogers, Thelma Todd, Toby Wing.
1940's: Lauren Bacall, Diana Barrymore, Ingrid Bergman, Linda Darnell, Yvonne De Carlo, Judy Garland, Jane Greer, June Haver, Candy Jones, Hedy Lamarr, Carmen Miranda (and her epic fruit hair displays), Ella Raines, Gene Tierney, Esther Williams.
1950's: Pier Angeli, Carroll Baker, Brigitte Bardot, Candy Barr (greatest exotic dancer ever), Mara Corday, Hazel Court, Dorothy Dandridge, Sandra Dee, Allison Hayes, Eartha Kitt ("the most exciting woman in the world), Joi Lansing, Jayne Mansfield, Irish McCalla, Cleo Moore, Maila Nurmi, Lili St. Cyr (another amazing exotic dancer), Tempest Storm (love redheads;), Marta Toren, Mamie Van Doren. This was an explosive decade in pin up history. This was also the decade when Marilyn Monroe and Bettie Page were at the height of their careers.
1960's: Pamela Green (has this True Romance theme about her) and Margaret Nolan. Obviously pin up went through a time period of suffering(but at least this decade is responsible for Jackie Kennedy).
1970's: Barbi Benton (redhead alert;), Farrah Fawcett, Goldie Hawn, Kate Jackson, Peggy Lipton, Julie Newmar, Jaclyn Smith, Bern Nadette Stanis, Cheryl Tiegs.
1980's: Bobbie Brown (Miss.Cherry Pie), Samantha Fox, Kelly LeBrock, Linnea Quigley.
1990's: (The years of Pamela Anderson), Cindy Margolis, Cindy Crawford, Carmen Electra.
The New Millenium: Jami Deadly, Bernie Dexter, Loulou Vob Brochwitz (and Miss. Dita Von Teese)
"In my dream world, every girl is pin up"- M. Junk
-M. Junk
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