I went shopping in Old Town Fort Collins today. Teetering in and out of tiny shoppes and shoppettes filled with overpriced knick-knacks, strolling past the assortment of expensive local cafes, trolls of hand-knitted, vintage thrift stores, passing by the eighth person with dreadlocks I’d seen in a two block radius, I was once again reminded that the shopping in Fort Collins SUCKS. Which is one of the many reasons I do not enjoy so much living here. My good god, we don’t even have a Forever 21, nor an Urban Outfitters and the one mall in this whole city is so poorly designed I feel like drowning myself in the over-chlorinated pond outside Victoria’s Secret every time I walk in there. Imagine you are a mouse traveling through a pentagon shaped maze with the worst florescent lighting you’ve ever seen, insipid food court smells and bedazzled faux leather handbags staring at you from every third display window.
Oh, the horror.
Discourage by this towns disturbing lack of style, I came home (with two new pairs of fishnets and silver pointed shoes. Not a bad shopping day, I guess, in a town where one-pant-leg-rolled-up-so-i-can’t-ride-my-bike corduroys and keep-my-dreads-out-of-my-face bandanas are wardrobe staples), and searched the internet for some REAL fashion (i.e. blogs).
I’ve been condoned for my superficial obsession with clothes, hair and make-up; mocked for the fact that half of my wardrobe I’ve shredded with scissors; and criticized for the abundance of black around my eyes and on my fingernails (and sometimes the lips), but my love for all things fashion outweighs the love I have for any of these critics. All the shit I get from people for the zipper boots, the mascara, the fishnets, the chandelier earrings and oversized rings, extra large band shirts that I wear bra-less and as dresses, the obnoxiously large sunglasses, and the hair…oh, don’t even get me started on the hair. All the horrified stares I get walking down the streets of this granola town, the pointed fingers of the kids in the grocery stores, the awkward conversations with teachers and classmates (you know I’m wearing a garter-belt under the tulle skirt and you’re trying so hard not to stare, I know…), none of this phases me. Because it’s not me. It’s not my problem. I am not some outrageous and over-the-top dresser (…well, maybe a little…), you, my dear Fort Colliners, are a bunch of bland, tasteless, dull, uninspired and downright depressing bunch of fashionistas.
Anyway, I actually planned on getting on ye ol’ blog and posting a bunch of pictures of my fav super model Agyness Deyn (pronounced “deen”), and not trashing on Fort Collins, but you get the best of both worlds tonight…
Soooooo, here she is folks, Miss Deyn and all the reasons I love her madly::
Well, c'mon, I mean first of all, she's British, which automatically makes her awesome
She can pull off the blonde and black hair colours
Bra-less Band Shirts! Love it.
Steller in all-black
She hangs out with awesome people like Ryan Ross (she even dated guys from The Strokes, The Last Shadow Puppets and Alex Greenwald from Phantom Planet *swoon*)
She carries REALLY big bags
She can ride a bike without corduroy!
Her hair is never not fantastic
She perfects the bed-head look
She dresses like a boy half the time and still looks sexy
I want to steal her necklace...
This whole outfit makes me happy
She wears the highest shoes and maintains her grace..
Killer hair, my dear...
<3
She gets to do photoshoots with Orlando Bloom!
<3 <3
She wears fishnet tops and 80's high waist acid wash denim with the greatest of ease. Cheetos are also delicious.
I can never tell if her eyes are green or blue....
<3 <3 <3
LOVE the glasses
Nipple ring! Saucy little minx...
Her faux-hawk is hot
Very hot.
Seriously, she can never have bad hair...
She's a party girl (WOOO!)
I don't know anyone who could pull off this neon-colored print dress better
I had a picture of this Marc Jacobs skirt and studded boots hanging on my wall for a year and she's wearing both of them! (Damn, I need to more money...)
Possibly my favorite picture.
The hair. The vest. The necklace.
Black tulle skirt, black leather jacket, black tights, black boots, I swear I saw this pic and thought she had raided my closet....
<3 <3 <3 <3
She can even shave her head and her hair is still awesome!
She does do a bit of singing as well as modeling (even after a few drinks..)
She's totally bad-ass...
Did I mention she did a shoot with Orlando Bloom?
She wears a bandana the right way- not concealing dreadlocks.
Seriously, ORLANDO BLOOM. Lucky bitch....
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