Sunday, March 17, 2013

One Final Kiss

Long time no see!
Decided to move to a new center of operations : The Lady Kryzhovnik. In part because I desire a pseudonym and in part because I feel I've outgrown Blue Eyed Rogue a bit.
It'll just be more of the same, perhaps more polished and frequent stream of conscious. See you there!

One final kiss from the Blue Eyed Rogue!

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Mean Little Nice Girl

Free People lace dress. kelly&katie pumps. Guess cardigan. Forever 21 necklace. Mossimo knit beret.
Strangely, I never wanted to wear girly things when my hair was long and flowy and romantic but NOW that I look like Madeline with her appendix, I am all up for frilly, lacy romantic dresses and heavy eye make-up. Got this gorgeous dress at the Macy's Back-to-School sale which is an awful misnomer because at that point I was in school for 3 weeks....

Another great thing about short hair - I can pull off the cloche! Which is great considering that I will be dragging my dearly beloveds to watch The Great Gatsby with me at the crack o' dawn and praying that they haven't ruined the book. So far only the most recent Pride & Prejudice successfully turned a timeless classic into a movie with all the main parts still intact. Or maybe that was just me being distracted by Matthew Macfadyen in his Darcy makeup. 

I want hats. Lots and lots of hats. Think Mad Hatter on a good hair day.

Friday, August 24, 2012

The Woman Who Cut Her Hair

"A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life" ~ Coco Avant Chanel

Because I am a hopeless romantic who lives outside her head most of the time, it is only fitting I describe my experiences with beautiful quotes from amazing French movies. I first cut my hair really short upon entering high school and really, it was a completely different world for me. No more oppressive middle school awkwardness, no more braces, or teachers breathing down your back - what is this FREEDOM? Now that I'm on the last year of my school career, I've gone back to my rebellious roots and chopped of my locks for bangs and a blunt bob. I look like a cross between a china doll and a Bond girl (the villainess, duh!) but for once I feel incredibly comfortable. I feel sharper, eviler. More like me.

It also helps that everyone did a double take and squealed their approval in the halls. And at Vanderbilt. 


Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Come Again

American Eagle chambray shirt. H&M dress. aerie  lace bralette. Express belt. American Apparel  hair tie. Bag from Argentina.
Definitely all over the denim trend - my fashion conscious has matured to like denim again. I keep wearing it as a makeshift blazer because it is STILL too hot to have some denim-on-skin action. And I cheated, because it's technically chambray...but once again - way too hot. Also really craving rich autumn hues - I want to look like a rich old stiff. Might as well go crazy at the ASOS sales and get myself some random silk scarves, to match that lipstick I will put on outside the lines. 

Monday, August 6, 2012

As We Were

 American Eagle shorts. Guess blouse. American Apparel hair tie. Tahari sandals. Leather bag from Argentina. Express belt.
It's always harsh when innocence and childhood must come to an end, and often those lofty ideals of happiness are interchangeable. Having been a dreamer for 17 years, only to have your rose-colored glasses ripped off leaves you with nothing but the garish light of day (oh Phantom of the Opera, how  wantonly I steal your wisdom!) that dreams and childhood fancies have painted over in every brilliant shade of magic.

Do not mistake this for depression! It's only a Peter Pan crisis...which should be up there with the Middle Age crisis as a life-changing hormonal phenomena inducing erratic behavior such as, but not limited to : buying up all childhood toys again, rereading childhood novels, having to deal with real world things and choosing to act on escapist tendencies instead. 

And this is exactly why school should not start on August 1st. It simply forces me into a cocoon of introspection with a depressing, if hauntingly beautiful Lana Del Rey soundtrack. This may or may not have been inspired, if tenuously, by "National Anthem" - loving the retro look recently. Also, I can no longer wear shorts because I have the arms of a gorilla and anything shorter than an Amish skirt is shorter than my I sizzle in the sunshine.

Friday, July 27, 2012

Rebellious Streaks

aerie color block shirt. Tahari sandals. American Eagle shorts. Asos clutch. Lucky Brand rings. Essie nail color in Blue Rhapsody
If you haven't noticed I am an American Eagle rat, although in their defense they have perfected the prep school wanderer look - stylish, simple and comfortable, with a touch of the boho. Also, since it's summer I don't wear real clothes anymore - it's aerie's feathery light and paper thin almost-sleepwear that I crave, hence the shirt.
I'm done with pastels for the season. There is just no way pastels can fly in the summer. In the spring you can afford to look like you were dropped from the Easter Bunny's magic basket, but in summer we must all bring out our rebellious clothing. Oh look! Those shorts don't reach her fingertips and are an unnatural color! 
In my moment of weakness I succumbed to the blue craze. Nearly a decade ago I told myself, never again would I actively use blue in my wardrobe or particularly enjoy using it when convenience and comfort demanded it. I have always been told that I must wear lots of blue because it complements my eyes, brings out the color. So errant well-wishers would give me enough blue clothing and accessories to choke a baby elephant. And I hated it. So unoriginal (I was a little hipster before I even knew what a hipster was)! But now I heed the cloying wisdom of my elders - blue is my color, no matter how much I crave being able to look good in red. 
Anyway - I broke down and bought metallic blue nail polish - which, by the way, is the new black of nail polish (or dark red - could never go wrong with a vampy shade) - and I loved it so much I practically shoved it in the face of coworkers and passerby and made them croon about how pretty it was and how it reflected the light. Obsessive much?
Expect more intense plumage from me this summer...except it's not a summer at all since school starts back up on the first.So not only will our bodies be baking in the heat, but so will our brains.

Friday, July 20, 2012

Big City Dreamin'

 Express blouse and belt. Rachel Roy skirt. Asos clutch. Gianni Bini flats (not pictured)
 Now that I am a visual junkie with slight ADD tendencies, subsisting primarily on a diet of blog photos, deviantART, Pintrest and Facebook (but only the Facebook pages of my photography friends), it should come as no surprise that I went for the pretty picture. The skirt is actually a print of the Manhattan skyline in watercolor and the sunshine yellow called out to me, challenging me to find a top to go with it. Usually, I am a firm believer in buying up the basics - black, cream, navy, tan, light pink - colors that match with the majority of the things I have in my closet. But who ever heard of teenage girls making rational decisions on a daily basis?

Another irrational decision - trooping around downtown Franklin in the blistering heat. Stopped off at Sweet Cece's to bask in the miracle that is air conditioning and ice cream and discovered the prettiest bathroom. EVER. Almost tempted to sneak my camera in there and take some shots of the gorgeous stained glass windows but then I realized even my insane visual cravings must have a limit.

Summer is rapidly coming to a the calm before the storm, I'm sensing the piles of work that will soon engulf me, smelling the stress in the wind. But for now, throw caution to the wind because the fireflies are leaving.