This old lady put stolen lipstick all over her face and then heard the summertime chime.

So sorry that I’ve stopped posting. Too much has happened. . .SATs (for fun, wtf?), finals, finals, finals, finals, three finals in one effing day. . .locked out of the house after jogging and going to visit them old schools. . . Too much stress mitigates the impulse to look up inspiration and such. But what the last thing I got inspired by before all the academic atrocity?

Military.

Not those little cute fitted military jackets you find at Urban Outfitters or F21 or something, but like real military. Real dark green costumes and badges and hats and boots that radiate the message of “I’m strong, don’t fuck with me” instead of “I’m cute please DO fuck me.”
Needless to say this inspiration is from the er Asian shows. You know the Asian film market consists mostly of T.V series on DVD that each yield at least 10 hours, usually 30 hours or more.
But my interest in this military stuff is very non fashion/style/art related. There’s a difference between the ability of clothes to create a character for THEMSELVES and the power clothes can create for a PERSON.

Audrey Hepburn, Princess Diana, political females. . .they’re not going to don those big Viktor&Rolf things and walk around talking about healthcare. . .they’ve got so many more important things to worry about and have to have the attention focused on the words they speak, not the intricacies of their attire. So what these chicks get is a look that is immaculate, nice, friendly, and not fat. And then people listen to them and vote for them or watch their movies or whatever. This is called the POWER of clothes.

The other side is the let’s say ARTISTIC SIDE. That is when the wearer or person loses all character of their own and the clothes take over. The clothes create the specific feel and persona for the model who is now just a face, or actually just a frame. See leaders and people that need to be known for what they do can’t wear something so amazing and amazingly distracting.
So the point is this infatuation with military has nothing to do with actual couture or whatever, but rather with the POWER normal/not-for-artistic-appeal garments can bring. These military costumes, when unmarred by the goal of successful marketing to today’s chic youth, are the epitome of strength, authority, and elegance if it happens to be the Guomindang with enough money.

And when juxtaposed against the feminine daintiness (yeah I don’t care about feminism that much sorry) of a woman in qipao or apparently the word is cheongsam, is really quite a sight. It provides not artistic inspiration, but inspiration of the mind, to be strong, confident, and to never forget that elegance and immaculacy does count, no matter how amazing Lady Gaga or the Viktor&Rolf models look.

This is the actual green nice costumes. the below are when he wasn't a general. Colors are little poopy.

In character.

Other topic sort of related to this:
Chinese Bazaar is usually an epic, epic, fail, giving helpful advice for the upperclass Chinese such as “are you short? If so, wear high heels!” Or “if you’re flat chested wear a lot of ruffles!” I mean they have superb spreads that are really quite amazing but the whole celebrity in spread thing has just never been good. UNTIL THIS though. This dude is really good at acting and has an amazing voice and my opinion of him heightened when I searched him (I do this for every main actor of a film) and got linked to Susie Bubble’s blog.

And then I see all these images, shirt resembling PAPER STRIP cutouts, and printed creepy Asian pants, POKER PRINT shirt, CREEPY EXPRESSION! Of course, that random Asian chick does not do the world of couture any justice at all, but my opinion of Asians and what they model while being models completely changes oh my god enlightenment. Going to watch him and the others acting now, bye :)

I mean the papery shirt? Amazing. Random girl in random dress=not so cool

Yes this print of pants and poker card shirt and creepy expression is pretty awesome.

Wow Asian Bazaar! And that generic Asian celebrity in a pretty cool dress. Nice luster of the suit but not so much the actions. . .I didn't notice until I showed my sister the dress.

This is from Style Bubble. . .I cannot believe style and my Asian drama watching can ever be this connected. And of course the pieces he don are superb.

This guy is mah fave. Need more be said?

Too bad he dies in all the dramas I've watched that he's in.

Er...more asians?

It’s not really that there’s anything particularly inspiring or creative about these spreads. These ensembles come straight from the real costumes of wartime civilians and soldiers. But these spread emanate a sense of age frozen in time, a war that passed and went but still cannot be forgotten.







The revolutions of the past have always been part of who the people are. Countless dramas have been filmed emphasizing the power and triumph of the people who believed in their doctrines and their comrades.

My father’s shelves contain a myriad of books containing lengthy essays debating on the character and classical fighting strategies both the Communists and Nationalists used. In these books, it seems what lasts has always been the pride of winning, the pride of overcoming the impossible impasses.



Though never the core theme, the dramas almost always hint at the invincibility of the Communist soldiers. In the story of two siblings, the one who chose the stars would live on, while the one who chose the sun would drown in the large mountaintop that is grass covered quicksand.

For the directors, it’s always a matter of showing the plot, to take the triumph of the Communists, add a literary theme, and then create the drama.

For these Vogue editors and stylists, it’s a very different story. The positions of these models are rigid, and the expressions are stationary on the faces. The men in these spreads show none of the handsome heroism and invincibility of the soldiers portrayed in the dramas. Those guys are actually kind of ugly.

Du Juan emanates a sense of immaculate and fragile strength. With her sharp haircut and upright positions, her fragile strength creates a sense of fascination unique from the women of the dramas.

I think that these images get to the crux of the truth: that it’s not the triumph that makes the war so potent in the minds of the people. Of my countless relatives that lived through the war, the triumph of the Communists was impersonal, and far from their actual experience with the battle.

It is the experience of war and carnage, frozen in its state that is part of the people, not merely the triumph of the battles.

Off to the side: School ended for April vacation but this is going to be my first time with finals. . .which does not sound too appetizing. And report cards were sent home the day before break (whose idea is this?). I hate those no matter what they look like. . . and I'm also waiting for some stuff to arrive.

Asian is spelled Azn in math

I just spent six hours of today being a young creep with messy hair at the states math meet. I succeeded in the art of failing using the help of guessing by logic, and spent high amounts of time staring at the gorgeous visages of famous mathletes strolling around. These kids are beautiful mentally and physically, they look awesome, do math awesome, talk awesome, walk awesome, and just simply exude awesomeness. During the car ride to the site of the meet/ride back/both, I was brought to the realization that by stalking fashionable and math people, I don’t really have a life.
But what actually is the meaning of life?


“STALKING!!!. . .. ... .right?”
“Nope.”

^^^^^^^^^This is basically what they look like, except insert male features in faces (not that females aren’t awesome but I didn’t see them/fall in love with them.)

It’s actually lame how real nerds do not wear large black glasses with khakis and argyle sweaters, and people who dress like that can’t actually do these little creepy wordy puzzles known as math.

But it doesn’t matter, because I don’t want to argue with felines whose heels and stare could rip my throat apart.


Errr. . .convos, the words exchanged between more than one person.

(As Catherine sit struggling with the new idea of logarithms, or logs, the pieces of wood that float in a swamp.)

Mother: Hey Catherine, could you try some of these on? (holds up light peach colored silk dress)

Catherine: Sure I guess. . .

Christina walks over and

Christina: Hey! I want those.

30 minutes later, As she struggles with the inequalities of wood,

Mom: Also, can you try these? (Holds up two of her old tops white lace crop and green-blue luxe knit

Catherine: Um yeah

Catherine: Hey they look nice thanks! (Puts them in her closet)

20 minutes later

Mom: Hey can you let Christina try those two tops

Catherine opens closet and hands Christina lace crop

Christina while putting it on

Christina: Ahh, this can’t go over my head, Cathy, can you pull this over my head?


So yeah if I fail my log test these two have some responsibility.