I DIE FOR MIU MIU

There's nothing like a good Miu Miu show to give one the proverbial kick in the pants. In May I pretended like I would be resurrecting in September, but with travel plans, moving to a new place, and a month long computer crash, the end of October came sooner than expected. What happened to summer?


The oversized pointy collars and billowy bishop sleeves throwback to the early 70s/Miu Miu's uh-mazing harlequin theater collection circa Spring 2008 (still crushing on it). The sweet printed skirts are ever so slightly lolita (which, incidentally, I am reading right now).



^^jewel encrustations for the win^^



While some of the cut-outs and proportions weren't so easy to grasp, in general, I die. Like lit-er-all-y, I DIE.

seriously dead.
so
dead.



P.S. Dress sexy at my funeral.
P.P.S. Bury me in Miu Miu.

images via Style

THE END

I won't flatter myself and think that you all have been sitting on the edge of your seats for this post, but it has been a while and I suppose an explanation is necessary. Yes there were finals to take and students' papers to grade (84 of them to be exact), but mostly there was moving across the country with 2 weeks notification to get a handle on. The ebay post was your first clue.

By the time you read this I'll already be settling into NYC life. Remember that SUPER IMPORTANT interview I had a month ago with a SUPER IMPORTANT fashion magazine? Well, I got the gig. And it is BEYOND AWESOME. So epic, unbelievable and wonderful. I am so very grateful and so very lucky. NYC bloggers, let's hang this summer.

And now for the sad news. I have decided that Ashford Gets Dressed will be taking a break. My hours are long and I'm under a strict confidentiality contract at my internship so it would be best if I don't publish at all. I want to let you all know that I still keep up with your blogs (constant inspiration!) and will remain a part of the community. Fingers crossed, AGD will be resurrected at the end of my internship.

To my blog friends, real friends, and those who became both --lots of love and luck this summer.
See you in September.

THE THRILL OF THE BID

Check out my ebayyyy

Stuff is for sale.
Edit: Everything sold.

DEFENSE

On my way to becoming a Master today, I wore this:


secondhand Banana Republic silk dress, Antonio Melani studded tan t-straps

I don't know what happened to my left hand there, but it doesn't matter. It's Ms. Master of Philosophy to you now, thank you. I am ridiculously happy and relieved and ready to conquer the world. But first, celebrations!

CRAWFISH NOT CRAYFISH

Sorry for the absence--I have to finish the final draft of my thesis by Wednesday. AAAhhhhhhIIIIiii can't wait until it's over. Diplo and Firefly will be waiting for me come April 29. Have you all tried this sweet tea vodka nonsense? Beyond awesome.

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There aren't many southern traditions I adhere to, but sweet tea is one of them. The other is crawfish boils. On Saturday I went to my first one of the season. There were 2 kiddie pools and several basins teeming with the creepy crawly guys--over 200 lbs! I'm a very picky eater so trust me when I tell you that these things are worth it. If you ever make it to Louisiana, you'll definitely want to try it. I'll even peel one for you! I promise we won't suck the heads because that's just gross. Other deliciously spicy edibles thrown into the boiling mix include corn on the cob (my personal fav), potatoes, mushrooms, garlic, etc. Oh, and here is what I wore:

Tolani scarf, BDG stripe tee, Vintage Gloria Vanderbilt bag, American Eagle destroy shorts, Enigma bling bling sandals

Yep, that's my new Tolani scarf courtesy of Erika of Fashion Chalet and chickdowntown.com. So luxe! So chic! Love!

SSSSSSsssssssss watch out for my sssnakes! And sssscary toes! ha. I make myself laugh.




I love the zigzaggy North African/Tunisian vibe of the knit. Plus it's reallllly cozy. Definitely putting it in heavy wardrobe rotation. Thanks again, loves!

LATENT REALITIES

A couple months ago, I introduced you all to pretty much my favorite artist ever, Egon Schiele. Now it's time for round two: Paul Klee.

Fire in the Evening, 1929

I get very picky when it comes to abstract art, especially when it gets all cubist-y, mostly because geometric shapes completely offend me. I cannot tolerate a straight line. It's just so... unnatural! My aversion stems all the way back to my kindergarten years when cutting in a straight line was not my strong suit. (It's still not.) Right angles just feel blasphemous, no?

Fish Magic, 1925



I am reminded of the time when MattBry and I tried to paint together and it ended in a battle of opposing, underlying philosophical foundations on art and world that had hitherto remained buried. My attempt to blend his completely linear, harsh cityscape into the wild brush of the landscape I was working on was met with fire. Crazy. red-headed. fire.

Ghost of a Genius


But Paul Klee. When he's good, he's golden.
"Formerly we used to represent things visible on earth,' he wrote in 1920, 'things we either liked to look at or would have liked to see. Today we reveal the reality that is behind visible things, thus expressing the belief that the visible world is merely an isolated case in relation to the universe and that there are many more other, latent realities ..."

The Twittering Machine, 1920

How apropos.


In other news, I received my prize from chickdowntown.com that I won last week. Expect a fun fashion pfoto post next. Annnnnnnnnnnndddd... I finished the rough draft of my thesis. It's only 13,761 words, roughly 50 pages NBD.