Revamped

...Trinkets...

2011-08-01T00:34:00.000-07:00

Right now I'm absolutely LOVING tons of rings,bracelets...and finger tattoos.

Inspiration.

Silver. Crazy color nail polish. mixing & matching.

...Working.On.wardrobe.rack.#one...

2011-07-30T18:30:00.000-07:00

Working on wardrobe rack number one.

Half my hats & furs are up.

Tons of lace,velvet,furs,and fringe.

Nothing but rows of black boots.

...Stranded.at.the.drive in...

2011-07-28T15:36:00.000-07:00

One of my favorite childhood memories was going to the drive in with my mom when I was a little girl . I haven't been in years, seeing as drive In's barely exist anymore. I was so excited last night to find out ,that right outside of my apartment, they bring out a huge movie screen ,and play classic horror films during the summer on the Pier on the river. It brought me back to my childhood, and reminded me of being at the drive in! Last night the showed the Alfred Hitchcock film "The Birds".

...Current.Home.inspiration...

2011-07-17T13:25:00.000-07:00

Totally loving the whole french style furniture right now, it has such a romantic,Gothic,Royal type of feel. Here are some pieces I found that really inspire me..

...Modern.day.James.Dean...

2011-07-17T12:26:00.000-07:00

...The.perfect.man... by Amanda Coulter featuring turquoise jewelry

Pin brooch
$67 - tenover6.com

Turquoise jewelry
shopplanetblue.com

Belt
$19 - hottopic.com

J. Lindeberg Jay Jet Set Batavia 10
$130 - zappos.com

NAVY SPLENDID STRIPE T-SHIRT - Mens T-shirts & Vests - Clothing -...
topman.com

Deborah Lippmann Nail Polish
$16 - zappos.com

Hottopic - Search Results for glasses
$9.99 - hottopic.com

77 Girly Denim Vest
$30 - ae.com

All Saints Fife Beanie
£30 - allsaints.com

...day.turns.into.night...

2011-07-16T22:21:00.001-07:00

...day.turns.into.night... by Amanda Coulter featuring a floppy straw hat

Vila short skirt
£15 - houseoffraser.co.uk

L.A.M.B. high heels
$245 - couture.zappos.com

Balmain clutch handbag
€995 - shopmrsh.com

Dannijo cuff bracelet
$645 - dannijo.com

Chanel earrings
vineyardvintage.com

Rue21 pearl necklace
$9.99 - rue21.com

Dorothy Perkins filigree ring
£8.50 - dorothyperkins.com

Oliver peoples sunglasses
$375 - oliverpeoples.com

Cecilia De Bucourt shawls scarve
£113 - julesb.co.uk

Margit Brandt hair clip accessory
€16 - welikefashion.com

Miss Selfridge floppy straw hat
£15 - missselfridge.com

...Flea market-Its ON!....

2011-07-12T17:15:00.000-07:00

Off I go....

So I get there...& the first thing that catches my eye...furs GALORE!

So many fun hats !

furs.furs.and more furs...gimmie!

never know what ull find..

Love vintage antiques ...like this old school sewing machine..

Hello Chanel bag I just found !

                            Check out this old lady named Maryesta Carr..
                            She was a broadway starlett back in the day.
                       She is now my new friend!!! hahaha fucking awesome.
                   Can't wait to go see her hat collection of over 100 hats!

...Happy.4th.of.July...

2011-07-04T12:49:00.000-07:00

(above) watching the fireworks over the hudson river in NYC... In my custom vest. Twas a rad night.

....the.other.night....

2011-07-04T12:44:00.000-07:00

On my way out, a

random NYC blogger took my picture in the subway station to put on his blog. Just because im that rad. ;)

...Current.Inspiration...

2011-07-02T16:07:00.000-07:00

...4th.Of.July.Weekend...

2011-07-01T17:14:00.001-07:00

...4th.Of.July.Weekend... by Amanda Coulter featuring mini shorts

Mini shorts
$30 - shopgarageonline.com

Rue21 lace poncho
$20 - rue21.com

Jeffrey Campbell platform shoes
$144 - edgeofurge.com

Gilded Lily Goods chain earrings
$40 - pinkmascara.com

Tribal jewelry
$35 - dollsofindia.com

Gucci shades
$275 - net-a-porter.com

Alexander McQueen sheer scarve
£245 - net-a-porter.com

CHANEL Caviar JUMBO Classic Flap Blue
$899 - fashionphile.com

...McQueen...

2011-07-01T01:52:00.000-07:00

OK. Let me start off by saying how in love with Alexander that I have grown to be. Last week I visited the metropolitan museum of art in New York City, and to my surprise.... I stumbled upon the Alexander McQueen Exhibit...and holy shit... Orgasm. The exhibit was magnificent with a eerie and dark atmosphere...something Mr.McQueen was very good at. That is was what inspired my dark little heart to fall in love. I MUST go back & visit while the collection of dark,Poe inspired garments still fill the halls of the MET.

...Truly breathtaking...

"I think there is beauty in everything. What 'normal' people would perceive as ugly, I can usually see something of beauty in it."

"Im inspired by a feather"

"I get my ideas out of my dreams… if you’re lucky enough to use something you see in a dream, it is purely original. It’s not in the world — it’s in your head. I think that is amazing."

I want to be the purveyor of a certain silhouette or a way of cutting so that when I am dead and gone people will know that the 21st century was started by Alexander McQueen

"It is important to look at death because it is a part of life. It is a sad thing, melancholy but romantic at the same time"

"Remember Sam Taylor-Wood's dying fruit? Things rot ... I used flowers because they die. My mood was darkly romantic at the time"

"You've got to know the rules to break them ... That's what I'm here for - to demolish the rules but to keep the tradition. "

"I really care about a woman’s independence. I don’t like her to look so naive and so fragile. I like her to look stronger. If a man goes up to her, he has to have balls to go up to her. I don’ t like her to be taken advantage of"

"I’m a romantic schizophrenic"

Fucking Brilliant.htt

...dark.heart...

2011-07-01T01:07:00.000-07:00

The Raven

by Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
                Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
                Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
                This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-
                Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-
                Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
                'Tis the wind and nothing more!"

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
                Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
                With such name as "Nevermore."

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before-
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
                Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
                Of 'Never- nevermore'."

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
                Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
                She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
On this home by Horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!"
                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting-
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
                Shall be lifted- nevermore!

So into Mr.Poe at the moment. His dark twisted words speak bounties.