"we had a very large reap"

I visited the local thrift store last Thursday and the it was perhaps one of the most successful shopping trips I've ever had. Not only did I manage to find all the things I've been pining for I also bought a few rare vintage tops that I wasn't expecting to find at a suburban second hand store.

Here are some of my favorite finds:

This horse shirt used to be twice as long. I cut the bottom of it off and hand stitched it to make it into a cropped tee.

It's kind of hard to tell, but this vintage pullover features the face of an ever so beloved Monchichi. I've never seen the cartoons (if I did, I don't remember), but I always find the Monchichis to be extremely ugly and cute, kind of like a pug.

Floral shorts!!! What more can I say?

This military jacket is the first piece out of my "treasures piles" to make a debut as a part of an outfit. It is actually a legitimate combat jacket with pockets that can hold up to 20 rounds of rifle magazines (so claims the label inside the jacket). I feel utterly invincible in it!

Seamless and has to do with self identity

I wrote a song about H.M. yesterday. For those of you who are not familiar with H.M., he is a famous amnesic patient who was very widely studied in the 50's and 60's and was a major contribution to the field of cognitive psychology, especially in memory research. The nature of his amnesia prevented him from forming new, explicit memories. Thus every single day for him was a brand new experience. Perhaps the most bewildering thing about H.M. was that even though he could never recall people he has met countless times in previous encounters, he could however retain very basic and implicit information that involved motor functioning. What's even more amazing was that while he could sometimes perform certain tasks fluently, he could not explicitly explain as to how or why he had done them so easily...he just did, and that was that.
I can't possibly imagine living my live without the ability to remember. I think it'd be a very horrific thing knowing that a lot of who you are and what you do can no longer be comprehended and understood. The world would become extremely confusing since people, things and event are constantly changing with passage of time but my own would stand still, without a past to reflect on or future to look forward to. Worst yet, I would be none the wiser about my disability.

My outfit had nothing to do with H.M. per se, but it was certainly inspired by a recent memory. I saw a girl at a restaurant I went to on Saturday wearing something similar and I haven't been able to shake the image of her since.

Cut Your Hair

I welcome the spring with a new hair cut, or should I say shaved bald patch?!

Side view
Front-ish, "rat-face" view.
I feel like this outfit pales in comparison with the haircut, "edgy-wise". However, it was kind of rebellious of me that I had nothing to do with green on St.Patrick's day.

The Wanting Comes in Waves

It's hard to know what you want sometimes. The same goes with dressing yourself. However, today is not one of those day where everything just looks wrong on me. That is because my entire outfit was inspired by this awesome T-shirt I've recently purchased on Ebay. Nothing says "grunge" like a Nirvana shirt, especially one that looks as tacky and used-up like this one.

It looks somewhat like a burlap sack on me because it's 2XL. But I made it work by cutting off the sleeves and cropping it. Wouldn't hurt either if you put something over it to contain its baggy madness, like this:

This is gotta be one of my favorite outfits. Plus it was so easy to put everything together, as soon as I saw the shirt, the rest of the ensemble just kind of fell into place without any real effort. I wish looking awesome everyday was as easy as this.

Great Expectations

I've been lazy and lacking in creativity lately with my outfits. I think it is because my hair has reached that "awkward stage" where no matter what you do to it, it looks lifeless and stale. I know I've expressed my hair woes on numerous occasions in the past but this time it's really getting out of hand. The only thing that's getting me through the days is the possibility of a Louise Brooks' bob, in only a few months time. Meanwhile, I'll just have to be patient.

This picture is totally random, but I love Kurt and kittens so I guess it's on here for self-indulgence. Is it sad that I'm jealous of his head of dirty, greasy, grunger hair?