▲'s

For me, equilateral triangles are the perfect shape. And thus I have integrated them into my personal iconography (in addition to the cat, of course).

These tats also compliment my blog header well, I think.

jizz (nailpolish)

I already have Bleach Black's Dick Weed nailpolish (which is a major fave of mine, as is illustrated in this post), and wish I could add Jizz to my collection. Sadly, I paid over $30 for an Uslu x Bernhard Willhelm polish in a similar shade, and I can't justify spending any more on a white polish. But for that name, for that name...

Available at Need Supply for $12.95.

my Vagabond pilgrimage

When I was an undergrad living in NY, I didn't do a lot of boutique shopping. What follows is my college style progression: freshman year, I discovered American Apparel and indulged in Urban Outfitters; sophomore year, pretty much the same thing; junior year, I started reading these two lady's blogs (a & b), was inspired, but could only manage Brooklyn Industries due to my finances; senior year, I finally ventured into Built by Wendy and A.P.C., but only when the wallet was good to me. When I transformed into the frivolous--and yet stylish--maid that I am now, I was living in DC, where--in my opinion--decent style is all but dead. I don't mean that to sound pretentious, but there were no good places to shop. Since then I've done my share of boutique shopping in NY, but I consider myself namely an online shopper.

My relocation to Philly then has been quite fortuitous. There are a lot of hotties (hello, art schools), a decent night life, and a style realm that I can relate to. So, without babbling on endlessly for too much longer, I finally visited Vagabond Boutique yesterday afternoon and I fell in love. The lighting/ambiance, store set-up, stock (!), customer service. Oh, mah gddd, it was amazing.

But first, some photos. And please know that I take the shittiest photos in the world. The store's like 40 bajillion times cooler than how you see it here.

How many pieces/designers that we covet can we spot? After looking at this photo, I actually see a Rachel Comey tank that I wanted to try on, but forgot to look for. Ooops...

Our favorite Dusen Dusen dress (as I believe is the consensus), and some cards. Vagabond also stocks soaps, jewelry, vintage (in all forms), hosiery, scarves, etc.

Back in the day, I worked retail (as I'm sure most of us have), though my form of retail involved chainsaws and frozen foods (two separate jobs, I promise). Therefore one thing that will make or break my visit to a store is the customer service, whether it's overdone or makes me feel unwelcome. That being said, shortly after I walked into Vagabond, looked around, and went up to the desk to ask a question, Dana (the lovely lady holding the fort down) asked me, "Are you Megan?" Which made my day. You see, we have crossed paths in the blog world, Vagabond and I, so I was stoked to finally meet these awesome dudettes in person. Nay, I will call them my boo's, since they hooked your homegurl up. Anyway, Dana was ueber accommodating, helping me find the pieces I lusted for (there were just SO many amazing pieces to choose from, and I mean that), and also listened to my corny jokes and plans to pimp out my clog sandals (you know what's coming...) with long, colored socks. And the prices were super reasonable, especially when compared with other boutiques. Hands down: the best retail therapy I've had in months. Maybe even longer than that.

And what loot did I score? Oh man, am I one happy girl right now.

Finally. Finally. Seriously, the cheapest I've seen the Peep-toe Super High in the cognac color stateside ($198). And I know they're ordering some more, so make some inquiries stat as to size! And in response to the box: I wish.

I don't have too many black dresses, so you can imagine how floored I was with this piece from a line I now newly acquainted with, Left on Houston. The dress reminds me of my summer '09 friend, Aubrey, who was super tall, skinny, and half-Japanese (the boys loved her). Plus she had amazing style. She wore a lot of black, loose tops (and then of course super tight bottoms). But anyway, sadly the best picture I have of this jawn is one with me taking a photo in a toothpaste-spotted mirror, since all my attempts at photographing myself didn't capture the entirety of the dress. And the holes for the arms are super saaaaxy (hello, side boob op! jkjk...more like look-it's-Megan's-Am-Appy-bra). And for the record, that's my back in the second photo, with me doing the Tyra-ANTM-haute-couture pose to try to get my arm out of the way (otherwise, the anatomy might get a little confusing...but enough...abt...that...eh...I've said too much).

No photos do this dress justice! Not even those on the brand's site, since they're going for a different vibe than I am. OH, but did I mention it's silk? I love me my silk dresses.

But anyway, long story short: Vagabond = AMAZING. I'm going back soon to make my wallet cry a little more. But my closet will be happy, of course. A give and take.

two things I love

via Chrisopher Bettig's blog

Another reason I need to visit San Francisco (actually, another two reasons): Candystore Collective just opened a new location (called "Hello by Candystore Collective") and asked Christopher Bettig to create a permanent installation for the locale. I'm a huge fan of Christopher's work, and there's a special place in my heart for large (or pseudo-monumental) sculptures made of wood (hello, Martin Puryear, Richard Serra). They occupy different regions of the spectrum, but you get my point.

I hate my bangs, and these photos are corny. But there is a purpose to this.

Dear friends,

I hate my bangs. 

Thinking about getting them cut by someone else since I've been snipping my own hair for 4 years now and do a crappy job. Every time I try a new style it doesn't go well on my fivehead. Plus I air dry, so I don't do that flatiron shiz (and do not plan on changing that). But anyway, they usually just flop awkwardly to the side like in the 3rd photo. And then I look like I'm wearing a 70's hair helmet. Meh.

Any thoughts/suggestions?

Your boo, Megan

P.S. I hope you guys enjoy my photoshoot and some of my signature photo faces. Aka angry duck face and Megan-not-serious face. Do you get that there's a narrative here? Not really. I just slapped these together after I decided I hated them all separately. And I hope said faces also convey how much I hate posting photos of myself on this blog. But you can't see my mad uggers bangs w/o my freakish facial expressions. That is all.

P.P.S. I'm supposed to look angry in the 3rd photo. Not exactly translating. And it's supposed to look not-so-flattering. That's translating.

Do you guys ever read "Dear Coke Talk?"

Because you should if you don't.

look what my dogs did to poor Santa Paw*

I guess they have no love for him b/c they were not given Christmas presents this past year/ever, since they were still in the puppy mill at that time. But they ripped out his freakin' squeaker heart, man. Cold.

On another note, I did not make it to Vagabond this wknd due to the rain, a broken GPS, and an extreme hangover. And work. I did go to work. I was not completely useless. But anyway, thinking I'll venture down to Old City later this week.

Hope everyone had a lovely weekend!

*I gave him the name "Santa Paw" after the dogs first ripped off his left arm, and then my sister's dog was obsessed with playing with that severed limb (you see, the term "paw" transcends species for me)

this post, take two

So I thought the other photo I had for this post sucked, and thus I'm posting these instead. In short, they're of the superawesomefantastic Fletcher by Lyell romper I purchased a few weeks ago from Urban (I can't find it on the website, though). It's adorable. Like some 1930's swimsuit (with a much higher hem)/sailor summery chic. But it doesn't photograph well by itself, nor do my thighs look good in photos (genetic thunder thighs, hello), so these pseudo detail shots will have to do. And I really just love my closet wallpaper. Maybe in the future I'll take some action shots, b/c I'm so, so proud of the complete outfit I've crafted with this piece (blue tights, RC Winnie wedges, IGWT bff necklace).  : )

On another note, I need some major retail therapy this weekend, so I'm 99% positive that I'll be taking a trip to Vagabond Boutique for the first time. Man, am I excited! Hopefully I can snap some storefront shots since the store's inventory looks amazing via its blog. Like, my dream closet, for realz. And maybe another tattoo? If there's time? Oh, Friday night can't come soon enough...

P.S. These photos suck, too. Blargh. So here's a link to the romper in full (I'm warning you, much cuter on).

Krisatomic Miu Miu perfection and a thank you

via Krisatomic via Nadinoo

I think we're all on the same page that the latest Miu Miu collection is purrrrrr-fect (sorry, I couldn't resist), which is why I'm so envious of this 13-year-old (I'm sure you don't even have to link through to know who/what I'm talking about). And these illustrations of the collection by Kris of Krisatomic are adorable, as always.

On another note, I just wanted to thank all of you guys for the kind words with regard to my last post. I didn't realize it was that kind of post when I was writing it--I just needed to rant and cleanse my icy soul--so I was quite touched to hear such sweet things from all my interwebs friends. I wish you guys could all come and hang out! Or that all the rad bloggers (oooo--that word!) could collectively chill, but not like at a Chictopia conference or anything, where we would pat ourselves on the back and spend a few hours doing self-street-style photoshoots while nonchalantly gazing at the ground (oh, I didn't notice you, camera). I really am such a bitch, HAH. But anyway, you guys are my boo's.

barfbarfbarfbarfbarf

Guys, am I going through a midlife crisis or something? Is that even possible at the age of 24 (well, in a month at the age of 24)? Is this a sign that the Apocalypse is nigh, and we're all going to die before we even have a chance to reach the appropriate midlife crisis range? I am just so confused, man. Confused with my identity and stuff. And fickle ol' Megan doesn't know what to do about it.

Maybe it's just this mood I've been in lately, but I'm starting to realize that even though I share the same interests/style/etc. as the alt masses, hipsters drive me crazy. Like, I'm done with them. And I know I'm not supposed to use that word, but the only other encompassing terms I can throw out there are indie and chillwave, and those don't exactly work. Let me summarize: I hate the excessive sarcasm. I hate the obscure film references. I hate the superiority complexes. I hate the obsession with music festivals. I hate the need to wear one's intelligence on one's sleeve. I hate the fashion snobbery (as opposed to fashion appreciation). And I hate that the things I enjoy seem so terribly contrived and predictable.

There are many more related things that drive me crazy, but I'm trying to ask myself, "yo, Megan, what is the point of this rant? are you pms'ing? is this your cry for help, that you secretly want to become a total goth/prep? is this some kind of sick therapy for you, bashing other people?" Perhaps all three (Hot Topic's my new fave jawn, obvs), but I think it's more a pledge to myself as I befriend more ppl in a new city that I stay true to the inner botch that I is. In other words, if people are gonna hate on you b/c you watch the Disney Channel (or TV in general), b/c your references aren't obscure enough, or b/c you prefer conversations about racy rap song obsessions to discourses on, like, issues and shit (I seriously can't think of anything intelligent right now...not helping my cause), then just say "no thank you" and bounce outta there. The need to belong is so overrated. Hence why I'll be jamming to the beat of my own two nickels and lint in my wallet, b/c unlike most hipster trustfunders that I know, I'm poor as ballz.

Also, the (3rd) picture here makes me totally want to barf. Her wearing Rachel Comey disgusts me. And why the hell is she wearing those shoes with that dress? Excuse my snobbery.

"the final seduction" (bum bum BUM!)

Little can guarantee an immediate bettering of my mood like a viewing of new episodes from the Tudors. Hence why my stress levels are relieved that season 4 is upon us--THE FINAL SEDUCTION. Ahhhh! So good. Watch the trailer below. Witness the debauchery.

Some things: I don't think I've been attracted to Jonathan Rhys Meyers in this role since season 1. I wouldn't say my feelings are a result of the paranoid megalomaniac he's portraying so much as they are of that pornstar mustache he adopted (and has since maintained) in season 2. That puss-ridden ulcer does little to help the cause (seriously, it reaches new levels in episode 2). And did I just catch a glimpse of Henry Cavill with a ponytail? Lord Brandon is a total boner. 49% of why I watch this show. And the child bride queen is having an affair with the hot new courtier (who doubles as a psychopath)? Smells like some saxxxy trouble!

And, btw, episode 1 of this season can be streamed from Showtime's site (or even YouTube, where I watched it), and the internet has its ways for the rest of the episodes... Episode 3 this Sunday looks pretty darn good!

Alison Pill/The Lab Magazine

I love, I love the photos of Alison Pill in the latest issue of The Lab Magazine by Anna Wolf. I know she was portraying a character based on an actual person, but man, did they make her look uggerz in Milk with that wig/perm. This spread, however, does her justice. And I love those mustard pants.

via The Lab via Jackie Bos

Adorbs.

Woah, dogz...

You NY homez need to go to the Brooklyn Museum next Thursday and give the above piñata head of Andy Warhol a good smack for me. Or two.

If you know me at all, you know that I loathe Andy Warhol. Megan B = Andy W hater.

But anyway, back in the dizzay of undergrad when I interned at Brooklyn, the Museum's parties were pretty crayzay. Well, I never got to go to a legit one (like for the Murakami opening), but if I could I would totally go to this one and put out the required $75. Maybe.

I really do miss Eastern Parkway, though. And Atlantic/Pacific (my favorite subway station). Oh, Brooklyn (minus Williamsburg), I'm starting to get nostalgic...

I've been calling a lot of people "boo" lately...

...and this song is usually playing in my head when I say it...not b/c I want everyone to be my boo-boo (I only have room for one of those), but b/c we're spreadin' the Spring love...

I haven't actually watched the whole video, but the jam is too killer to omit here.

I'm gonna bring back those sweet dance moves and the kids are gonna love it. That, and my recently adopted predilection for the term "wack." Nineties.

yeah, boi

"Fornication" 10 x 10 print by erinsaidso

$25

what a cutie

via Copenhagen Street Style

I wish I had a boo as stylish as he.

these. are. adorable.

I want some dreamy undergarments like these. I'm quite enthralled by Alexandra Grecco's newest collection.

really, Webster, really?

I guess with that definition there are many days I can be described as feeling stabby. I'm glad Webster has maintained its credibility. And I'm oh so glad Andrew Bird can be incorporated into this.

Lewis Violet dress, you photograph so well.

via Domahoka

Seriously. Seriously. Domahoka stocks the best stuff. Part 2 of the store's S/S 2010 delivery is killer. I am so in love with this A Detacher dress. And also this A.P.C. Quilted Parka. And this A.P.C. Double Braided Leather Belt. $ugardaddy, come in, come in...

Pour Porter shop now open

via Pour Porter (photos link to their respective listings)

Some cool stuff in stock.

stiiiiir-ipes

via Nouvelle Nouvelle via //////bookmark

It took me like 15 minutes to realize this was a dress from Dusen Dusen's current collection, b/c I'm an idiot. I'm majorly digging the styling of this. At Nouvelle Nouvelle in Gastown (I don't know where that is, but I just like saying it).

Also loving their current stock of Ora Bags, and these hovering cats.

Sean R., 2010, from Ryan McGinley's Everyone Knows This Is Nowhere series

I noticed a few more people from Philly are now graciously reading this blog, so I'm hoping some of you peeps might be able to help me out. Does anyone know of any good tattoo artists in Philly (or Camden/South Jersey) that are both capable of replicating whimsical (for lack of a better word) illustrations and use bright colors? I want some new tattage, but can't make it down to DC for my guy on Wednesdays. All suggestions are mucho appreciado, b/c googling that shit is not working out...

And I hope everyone is having a stellar weekend! I can't wait till 11 p.m. tonight when I can pass out...

via bosque's Flickr

Hey, hey, homies out there on the World. Wide. Web. Just sayin' hey.

And that I'll check you guys out on the flipside Sunday evening, since I've got a full two days of work ahead of me away from the home base. What was I thinking getting a part-time job on top of this full-time job? I know people do it all the time, but I'm tired. Boo hoo.

And I just scored the cutest EVER piece today at Urban. That's right, I said Urban. I'm so stoked to show you guys the outfit I've made out of it, but, oh, there has been too much talk of clothes here lately! Whatever happened to the visuals? AND THE CATS???

More of that. Soon. See you homies soon, too.

decided I need these

via Kate Miss' Flickr

What are these things called? Glasses lanyards? That's my best guess. I'm gonna get all granny wit it and buy a pair. If someone knows what they're called, please let me know so I can find them more easily online, since this was the first image that came up when I googled "glasses lanyards." Not exactly what I had in mind.

So, uh, I ordered this...

Permanent Vacation Martine stripe tank

Did I mention how broke I am? My credit card hates me.

Decided I needed this tank in my life after reading this post. Decided I also needed a little Permanent Vacation in my life after failing to order something from the line's last two collections. Decided it will look pretty retro 80's sweet with my new Mociun drop crotches. Crotchez.

There will be pictures. There will be awesomeness.

Random Words Pt. 3

Okay, so I have nothing to post this evening, hence another chapter in the captcha saga. Chapter 3: Words that resemble real words, but--in light of their imperfections--lead me to believe that the Captcha Corporation cannot spell.

No. 1: Boughten

Past tense of "bought," clearly, and written by a first grader who has yet to differentiate the suffixes of different tenses.

No. 2: Whins

Wins? Whines?

No. 3: Destsant

Detest? Distant? Is "detestant" a word? Oop, don't think so, since there's a red squiggly line under it. This game keeps me guessing.

And your blog clearly gives me so much post fodder, Lindsay. It's a good thing.

say it ain't so

Vinny D, looking studly. Apparently there's a Law & Order: Criminal Intent video game?

So I was falling asleep to the t.v. this afternoon after work (my favorite way to nap) and I heard on USA (or whatever network that makes new Law & Order: Criminal Intent episodes) that tonight is Vinny D's last new episode as Detective Goren. I don't know whether to be sad or rejoice, since his character bugs the hell out of me. But what will Kathryn Erbe do?

It's on at 10, just in case anyone's interested. I'll probably be passing out to Millionaire Matchmaker at said time. Don't judge. I won't be conscious, so you can't judge.

Samantha Pleet S/S 2010

At Bona Drag. Sigh.

thoughts on Old Blue

via Little Doodles' Flickr

I saw a kid in school today wearing a Canadian Tuxedo--in lieu of his uniform, mind you. I called him out on it. I don't think he interpreted my comments as being laudatory, and thus ignored me and kept walking.

Someone needs to have a denim-on-denim party, and I will be there. Lindsay probably will, too. Just let me know where it'll be, and I'll take off work for as long as is needed. I'll travel cross-country. And maybe we can bend the rules and wear corduroy-on-corduroy, too. Can we call that the Lower East Side Tuxedo or something, since that has a nicer ring to it than the Opening Ceremony/Levi's/Ryan McGinley is a Babe Tuxedo?

I want this blazer. Or do I? I can't decide.

 I just enjoy the lapel details.

Lauren Moffatt via Refinery 29

And the denim, the denim...