On Fashion and Music: Vibe it Out

Like most people, I enjoy a slew of different musical genres. (Except country…ew.) One of my favorite things to do is sit around with my friends/boytoy and discover new music. Or as we refer to it, “Take a journey down the musical rabbit hole.” I like music that has it’s own steez. I LOVE music that is not easily defined by a genre; music that doesn’t care if it’s easy to digest or what people are going to think of it. (Interesting how my musical philosophy mirrors my fashion philosophy.) Sometimes I think I choose to listen to certain songs over others based solely on what I’m wearing…which makes sense considering what I’m wearing often determines the overall mood of the day. And songs are ultimately about feelings. So, here’s a list of songs that I listened to while wearing this AMAZING dress I picked up at the Pile Sale on Saturday. I wore this out to my BFF’s 25th Birthday celebration at Mesa…and then again the next day because I just love it that much. I’m pretty sure what all these songs have in common is a general air of jovial bad-assery…cause that’s exactly how I felt in this ensemble. Did I mention this entire outfit was $10 out the door? No shit.

Click the titles to go to the YouTube vid....for your listening pleasure :) Also, I tag Ashley of The Photogramps, my musically inclined blogger buddy, to participate in this fun little exercise next. 

Intro by the Xx: If life perchanced me the opportunity of stripping for a living, this would be my jam. Hey, a girl has got to have a plan!

Politik by Coldplay: I once saw Chris Martin bang this out on the piano (HARD)  from the 14th row and lets just say I’ve never wanted to be a piano bench so badly.

Carry On by CSNY: Solo crusing down PCH on the first hot and steamy Spring day of the year. Volume: loud. Windows: Down.

Evil Boy by Die Antwoord: You need to see the music video: Although, if you’re like one of those people who’s easily offended then don’t even bother. Ok if you’re someone who just might possibly even 1% get offended...then this will offend you. But know that you’re missing out on one of my personal style icons…YOLANDI.

Mrs. Jackson by Outkast: Solid advice: You could plan a pretty picnic//But you can't predict the weather

Genesis by Grimes: Grimes is my bbygrl. PS- Video is worth a watch if only for the sartorial inspiration. Grimes is a fashion goddess.

Ceremony by New Order: From Marie Antoinette...an ethereal film with a BOSS soundtrack. Watch it. Love it.

Breathe by Pink Floyd: Wait for it…seriously, wait for it. Vibe it out.

The Future Is Now

This is my time-traveling coat. For when I travel...through time. The clocks make me think of time, and thinking about time can be a tricky thing. I wonder if we can ever live in a world where generally speaking, people value time over money? I always thought that would be my kinda place. Britt sent me this quote the other day and it punched me in the face, so I thought I would punch all of you in the face, too. You’re welcome :)

“As a child, you are sent to nursery school. In nursery school, they say you are getting ready to go to kindergarten. And then first grade coming up and second grade and third grade. They say you are gradually climbing the ladder, making progress. And then in high school, they tell you you’re getting ready for college. And in college you’re getting ready to go out into the business world with your suit and diploma. And you go to your first sales meeting, and the say, ‘Now get out there and sell this stuff.’ They say you’ll be going on up the ladder in business if you sell it, and maybe you’ll get a promotion. And you sell it, and they up your quota. And then, finally at about the age of forty-five, you wake up one morning as vice president of the firm and you say to yourself, ‘I’ve arrived! But I’ve been cheated. Something is missing. I no longer have a future.’ ‘Wrong,’ says the insurance salesman. ‘I have a future for you. This policy will enable you to retire in comfort at sixty-five, and now you can look forward to that.’ And you’re delighted. You buy the policy, and at sixty-five you retire, thinking that this is surely the attainment, the goal of life. Except that now you have prostate trouble, false teeth, and wrinkled skin. And you’re a materialist. You’re a phantom. You’re an abstraction. You are nowhere because you were never told, and you never realized that eternity is now. There is no time.”

Vintage coat. Vintage dress. Thrifted beanie. Demonia creepers.

Until next time,

Chelsea