Q

While my Halloween was a total bust, I at least stumbled across a few things that made me go "Wow." I posted my costume on my new account, kirapop.

( Halloween )

I created kirapop as a fashion livejournal account.

From the high-falutin' words of my profile, which describe an ideal, but hardly something I come close to:

"For those that are curious, my name is Kira, code name Q. I believe that outlandish fashion in urban metropolises bothers few and delights many (whether silent or not so silent) because life is more interesting when everyday is a carnavale. I'm against mindless integration and unnecessary assimilation, and I think that wearing what we can get away with stretches the amount of diversity that the conservative cliques can tolerate. And if we do it in a way that mingles with fashion, or borders on the edge of what the mainstream finds appealing, we can even convince others to take bolder steps and worry less about the cloth/materials that others shelter and adorn themselves with (and how they are in other ways different from ourselves). The more interest as a nation that we take in fashion, the more creative industries, a source of economic vitality, develop and thrive. And hopefully, this means the more choice and voice we will be given, as knowledgeable consumers."

( boring logistics of the two )

Occasionally I plan on double posting, so you might want to pick your team. Feel free to unfriend this one if you're not interested in ominous blocks of text. (Unfortunately, I cross posted a bunch of old material from here to there, so it will totally spam your friends page).

Did I mention I got my top three choices in yukata from this post?

Anyhow, here's one:

( +2 )

Stolen from Fei.

On the verge of the normal lies idiocy, insanity, and the grotesque, crossing paths with the beautiful and sublime.

Yes, I'm also concerned with how much time I've been spending on fashion related things instead of writing and studying.

( In any case, 4 outfits with a similar silhouette )

Like Momus, the October issue of So-En also captivated me and I couldn't resist. Especially the spread where Yu Aoi nonchalantly is a marvel of androgyny and then just as casually pulls on her ear - a simple, strange, and erotic gesture. My friend Akira was visiting from Japan and also was sucked in. He asked me to send him the information so he could buy the back number.

Foolishly, I bought these glasses that look just like my boyfriend's. I can hardly open my 20-10 eyes in them because they were probably property of an old mensch (one of my favorite stores is the National Council of Jewish Women Thrift Shop). Need to pop out the glass.
New glasses - $12, Bow Tie - $2, Hat - $3.

( Pictures in Which I look like a Midget )

I will slowly be uploading pictures of our Vegas/GrandCanyon/Sedona/LA spiritual journey to my public blog (read: family). They will be snapshot-y and romantic, and mainly not taken by myself, so I don't really want them here.

Like kimono, the basic form is the same, but accessories, how you wear it and most importantly, fabric are what makes all the difference. ( cheongsam )

Sorry for those that are sick of seeing these posts, but...
( Baby Store Opening - pictures of us (+25) )

I have internet! After two or so long weeks!

I live in Koreatown now.


I walked to the supermarket with my friend who is half Asian and a quarter Jamaican (and a quarter white) and people were openly scowling at us. WTF people! I'm sorry, but I'm a proud card-holder of the China Cliq, and this bullshit just wouldn't happen in Chinatown. When my dad was born (to a caucasian mother), they had to move from the racism of a hospital in a Caucasian neighborhood to one in Chinatown because grams was getting so harassed - by onlookers and staff. My dad is half but people just treated him like they would any other full Chinese when he grew up in Chinatown. And my friend Steven is more Asian than he is black!

I know there is racism to varying degrees in every community, but I feel like the atmosphere is a little more judgmental here. It doesn't help that I pass for Korean. Then I have to disappoint people when I don't reply in Korean (obviously because I had bad/lazy parents that didn't teach me or because oh, I'm just some uncouth American). I'm sure as I get used to the neighborhood, my opinion will improve, but seriously. Steven gets stared down at every convenience store he walks into.

I only went to Day 1.
I need to be a hardcore nerd once a year or I will implode.

( Pictures of us! )

I think the thing that moves me about children's books is that they are sometimes like poems of novels, short and to the point, wearing effet on their shirtsleeves.. with art to text at some magical unspoken and very consistent ratio (amount of text and anticipated age of audience is inversely proportional to amount of art). But it's also that in the limited prose, there is sometimes a.. psychological fissure that appears in the world built by the text.

Several times in my life, I've come to a point in a conversation and felt it necessary to explain a particular book that left me shaken. The version I own of The Hundred Dresses is only 88 pages long. It's funny, I just looked at the Amazon page for the teacher's edition and Book Week said of it, "No young person . . . will ever forget it."

( continued )

!!!!!

I can't believe I've been posting/thinking about clothes so much lately!!!!!!

But breaking, incredible news to me: Seiichi Hayashi (my favorite illustrator) did 5 Uniqlo yukata sets!

( Seiichi Hayashi x Uniqlo yukata image )

My schedule is killing me.

And I've decided this is my dream dress:

Alice and the Pirates' Alice Print (preferrably in ivory)

Though absolutely no one wants to hear anymore about it. Hahahaha.
( A/P egosnaps )