It’s the I Hate Blonde X Miss KL X House of Holland Giveaway! Easily the baddest team up around… here’s the deets:
Miss KL and IHateBlonde have partnered up to gift one stylish blog reader a pair of their very own House of Holland x Miss KL Suspender Elastock thigh-highs. Share with us your taste in fashion, and give us your personal styling tips for these awesome thigh-highs.
Here’s how to enter:
Comment on this post with your personal styling tips for these House of Holland x Miss KL Suspender Elastock thigh-highs, along with your name and email.
How to win:
The person with the best styling tips for the thigh high will win their very own pair!
Contest begins March 20th and will end March 27th at 11:59PM. Winner will be announced through email….so it’s a good thing you’re signing up for our e-list! What are you waiting for? Start commenting now!
Hanging in UNIF, dancing to grimes, drinking wine and letting my spirit release. We paint our fingers, we collect skulls and candles. We share cameras and sunglasses, and destroy each other’s apartments. We are the artists, the indigo children of our age, and we’re severely ADD. We don’t dance like you, we don’t dress like you. We do what we’ve always wanted because that’s all we know how to do.
I remember back in high school wishing I could be different. I wished I could be normal, I wished that I wanted to stay on the cheerleading team and spend my time at school functions. I wish I didn’t style my uniform with neon vintage platforms and oversized 80s sweaters. I wish I wasn’t sent down to the principles office every day for violating dress code in some strange way, via wearing a rosary as a necklace, a metallic bra under my button up, or a gay rights shirt.
But truth is, I couldn’t change who I was. I was severely unhappy. Then, I moved away to attend art school in the city at seventeen and BAM, it was like my spirit found it’s home. I was attending all studio art classes and painting on the tops of downtown buildings smoking cigarettes with likeminded teens. I was so happy. I was writing like never before, filling up a sketchbook a week. My blog began to take off and I was so comfortable just being me. I wasn’t stared at for wearing strange hats and shoes to class, I could show up with a pizza on my head for all my teachers cared. And since then, life has only gotten better. And sometimes I realize that I don’t appreciate it as much anymore, because it has become my normal. I wake up in a beautiful studio downtown and know nothing but art and creating and photographs and my crazy friends. And I’ve learned to take all the internet hating with a grain of salt, because I realize, they don’t live in my reality. They don’t wake up in the world that they want, they wake up in the world society gave them.
But you can create happiness for yourself, I promise. You can create a world of people where you can be the wild, crazy, pizza-wearing, club platform, shaggy haired hippie and they won’t look twice. I know a lot of my girls out there are struggling right now. You guys talk to me about living at home and feeling stuck. I was the SAME WAY! But I am here to let you know that it does get better! It does! You don’t have to be what your family wants you to be, you can be you!
I honestly recommend applying to art schools, with graduating coming up for me, I don’t think I could of done anything else! It is in art school that you will find a community of like-minded crazy-heads to create your own reality. Don’t just say, “I wanna runaway to LA!” No, no! I want you all to stay in school. College is getting a lot of flack right now because everyone’s trying to say you don’t need it. I honestly believe that we do. We’re not mentally developed when we graduate and there is no better way to keep opening up your mind to things than a college education. I know, I know some of you can “do it yourself.” Well, that’s great for you, but I don’t have the attention span or drive to take myself to the library everyday. Besides, that sounds very lonely and I love being with other kids as I journey and learn. All of my classes have been so discussion based and I love that.
Anyways, I promise I am looking through all the intern applications right now. If you haven’t applied yet, you still can! Only thing I ask is that you are in school and at least half as crazy about art and life as I am.
sweater by UNIF
glasses by Nastygal
garters by Shop Gypsum
Legs like sugar. Taste the sweetness. Looking for the center of the tootsie pop in all the hood places. Fake bitches are not my hommies. When bitches bump my blog can they feel my hunger? Strawberry lips and spike collars. We don’t play around. Ya’ll been trippin over where to get your hands on some garters like mine, now here’s your chance! Miss KL will exclusively carry these staple garters of mine, so now it ya chance to snag a pair.
much love and chocolate kisses
bad kitty rider jacket by UNIF
shit hat by UNIF
prayer sweater by UNIF
prayer spike choker by UNIF
As I sit here and listen to A$AP Rocky’s F**kin problems and contemplate what to tell Miss KL when they asked about my “worst Valentine’s Day ever,” I’m beginning to believe this song relates to me more than I’m willing to admit.
Since my last Valentine’s Day may have been the first good one ever, I don’t mind sharing this story from two years ago. If you work in the fashion industry/have to travel a lot because of your work, you may even be able to relate to how shitty of a relationship person I am.
About two years ago, I flew home from New York Fashion Week on Valentines Day in hopes of spending it with my then boyfriend in Chicago. Not that he asked or anything, but I didn’t feel the need to stay for the entirety of Fashion Week at that time anyway (fashion gets exhausting!)
So I totally thought I was being a cute girlfriend by booking my ticket home for that day and arriving just in time to celebrate a cute little V-day. Of course, my plane was delayed. So I’m just hanging out in LaGuardia for the majority of the day, drinking bad coffee and listening to 50 cent. When we finally take off its already dark out, probably around 7 o’clock.
When I get back to Chicago I rush to get a cab back to my apartment. I texted my boyfriend and he was still working, and said he might have to stay working late at the restaurant. I was super bummed, but then in the spur of the moment, thought I would be a “cute girlfriend” and show up to his work with a giant teddy bear.
So I hit the Walgreens by his work and bought a teddy bear that was bigger than me and some chocolates in a heart shaped box. I walk through the snow (mind you it is like -987513947 degrees out), and walk in the front of the restaurant asking where he is.
Apparently, it’s not cool to walk into the Cheesecake Factory and bring one of their employees a larger-than-life teddybear. (Where is their holiday spirit?) One of the other workers finally finds him as I stand there looking like a total loser. He takes me outside the restaurant and basically tells me that I just got him in trouble.
He goes back into work and I take a cab home. We plan on hanging out after he gets out work, but like the sleepy kitty I usually am, my jet-lagged self fell asleep. He didn’t get out of work till like 2AM anyway, but I woke up to a bunch of missed phone calls.
Can we say epic fail?
Happy Valentines Day.
human aliens by Jeffrey Campbell