3.20.2009

LOVE LINDSAY


Just this morning I was thinking about how much I love Lindsay and need her back in my life cuz we're tight like that. Then Nylon goes and puts her on the cover. Oh shiiiiiiiiiiizz

nylon

3.17.2009

COLE MOHR

This guy is from Texas.
You probably know him because he's the one wearing ladies' frocks and bags and shoes in the Marc by Marc Jacobs ads. He's not really my cup of tea except for maybe in that v neck --HELLO RIDICULOUS BLUE EYES-- but I do find myself strangely attracted to his tattoo. The AprilMayJune one scrawled across his decolletage. Anyone know the significance? Do boys have decolletage? It's killing me.

Oh and I'll be disappearing for a while. Life is hectic and I have to write my thesis in the next 2 weeks or so. You know, master's degree whatevs NBD WTF FML. My defense is on April 15th. After that, FREEDOM! well, sort of.

pictures

3.12.2009

PRETTY & STOLEN


um I want this.
I want to hype it to deathhhh.
LOOKBOOK.NU, pick me! pick me!

(anyone got an invite to spare?)


3.11.2009

MAGIC

The small uproar over the Missoni collection I posted last week inspired me to make yet another Missoni post. Three times a charm or something. Behold, my collection of one:

A tiny slip of fabric that contains more scarf badassery than a stack of pancakes. Mm yummm.


It's a good thing to wear when you're expecting beer sprays, trashcans, and the possibility that 3 Israeli dudes will rub their balls on you in the holy name of rock 'n roll.


Missoni scarf (gift), vintage sequined top, American Eagle shorts, whatever tights, Nine West jazz booties (ebay)

I wore this to the Monotonix show last week so I could blend in with the cool kids. Sequined tops double as invisibility cloaks.

The dudes from Monotonix are so legit. They play on the floor, on tables, on banisters, wherever. They literally pick up their music makers and hop around in crazy shakin' Brownian motion. They even made it outside and down the street to the stop sign. The best part: the music never stops. NEVER.

Check it out about 2 1/2 minutes in. I really don't know how they do it.


If you are getting drunk and retarded, this show is amazing. If you aren't, it's mind blowing.

3.09.2009

DESTRUCTO

Question:
What do you wear if the photo shoot for the magazine you are working on is an all day outdoor affair and it's already a spicy 80 degrees in your native land??

Answer:


Stop. Wait. Hold up a minute. What's this Blair Waldorf shenanigans going on in mah hairs?



EXTREME CLOSE-UP of the latest addition to my accessories wardrobe. This giant gaudfest of a headband has just enough Marc Jacobsy kitsch to make it awesomely bad in the good way.

Love Culture headband, vintage 80s silk top, American Eagle shorts, Dolce Vita flats

3.04.2009

MARCH SECOND TWO THOUSAND EIGHT



AAAAAahhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHH..... somehow I missed my own blog birthday! It was 367 days ago that on a particularly distracting night, I couldn't get a story idea out of my brain. So I blurt it all out in the form of a Microsoft Word document freeing myself from whatever the opposite of writer's block is; writer's flow I suppose. And then, and I really don't remember where I got the idea from, I published it to blogger. I knew NOTHING about blogging WHATSOEVER and I didn't even plan on sharing it with anyone. I don't think I had ever even viewed a blog before save for my friends' on myspace.

Well, I did share it with two people, my sister and her boyfriend. You know like hey guys I respect you, what do you think about this? Next thing I know it's blasted all over myspace and facebook. Thanks guys.

No seriously, thank you. Ashford Gets Dressed was born a year ago, with no vision or destination in mind. In fact, I pretty much ignored it for 6+ months, letting the weedy blogosphere swallow it whole. I had no idea what I was supposed to do with this thing, what it was for, or if I liked it. Figuring it out has been a struggle and a labor of love (seriously, these things take up wayyyy more time than you would think). I'm still working on it. Bear with me. One day this half-blown dandelion will be a field of poppies glowing brilliantly in the sun.

I want to thank you all for your support, comments (ugly and beautiful) and suggestions. Although I get embarrassed when people (usually drunk ones) yell "HEYYYY I READ YOUR BLOGGGG" in my ear, it truly makes my heart all warm and gooey. Not only that, having an audience pushes me to learn more, do more, grow more. I am a more complete person.

From my whole heart, I would like to thank each and every one of you, near and far, for being a part of my virtual and real life. To another year!