3.1 Philip Lim

A little fashion to get you through the day. If you’re like me and it can do that for you. Anyway, 3.1 Philip Lim is one of my favourites this fall, so I’ll give you a little taste.

I absolutely adore the knitwear on the second picture here.

And the colours of the first one of these. And really, the colours of the whole collection. I’m talking about the pictures about the writing in every column, if you were wondering.

Whenever anyone puts anything green into a collection, I’m instantly in love with it. Yes. I’m that easy.

Saved the best one for last. Cause that’s the way to do it. And I would almost kill for those pants. Nnngggh. Fashion and not having money does not go easily hand in hand.

Pringles of Fall Fashion

Thought I’d post a little fall fashion. Since it’s so very soon fall, you know. But I like fall. And fall means it’s just been summer, so it’s still warm outside, and hopefully you have some nice summer memories to hang unto. And the fact that that’s how fashion works, they give it to you way before the time to wear it has come.

This is from Cacharel’s pre-fall line for 2011. I really liked the model, but I haven’t been able to find her name yet. No fear though, I’ll keep trying. Cause that’s what I do. The voice inside my head read that in a funny way. Make yours do the same.

And this is from Pringle of Scotland, pre-fall 2011 as well.

Androgynous appreciation from top to toe

For some time now, I’ve been in love with the androgynous. Whether it be fashion, or people, or.. or. Well. Here’s what wikipedia describes this lovely type of.. being (or something like that) as:

Androgyny is a term—derived from the Greek words άνδρoς (andros, meaning man) and γυνή (gyné, meaning woman)—referring to the combination of masculine and feminine characteristics. This may be as in fashionsexual identity, or sexual lifestyle, or it may refer to biologically inter-sexed physicality, especially with regards to plant and human sexuality.

I think that described it pretty well. But if you’re still in question of what androgynous means and represents, I’ll try to give you my best. Personally, I don’t think androgyneity needs to have anything to do with your sexual orientation. It can just as easily be your personal style or a statement, whether it be fashion wise or more political than that. It’s just a way you can chose to represent yourself, if you feel that it fits you.

Rad Hourani is a designer, who designs his clothes to fit both men and women. In his runway shows, different from most others, all his outfits can be worn by both men and women. I think it’s pretty awesome. The designs, and the concept. Here’s a little taste of it, you can see the whole collection at style.com.

There’s this model as well, you’ve probably heard of her. She’s like kinda famous. Anyhow, she’s become kind of a symbol for androgyneity. I really love her style.

(In case you didn’t know, it’s Agyness Deyn.)

Also, I’ve liked Bill Kaulitz’s style for some time now, it’s just gotten better over the years, and I think he’s a good example for men being androgynous.

Traits that usually is associated with the androgynous look differences from females to males, for obvious reasons. I don’t think there’s really just one or two things you can put your finger on when it comes to explain why some people appear androgynous, and it’s so different from person to person. But there are some characteristics that usually have some say in it, and since I’m writing this informative (or so I’d at least like to think) post, and since I adore lists more than what is probably healthy, I’ll give you one.

  • How clothes sit on your body (Tight for males, sometimes, but not really necessarily, looser on females)
  • Eyebrows (More styled on males, thicker and maybe a little bushier on females)
  • Hair (Sometimes longer and more femininely styled on males, short on females)
  • Colours (Unisex colours like black, grey, blue and red. This really goes for both genders.)
  • Make-up (For males; more, for females; less, or at least not very feminine)

It felt a little weird writing this list, as I do in no aspect consider myself any kind of expert on androgynous appearance. Neither do I believe in following any kind of rules when dress yourself, so don’t take this as meaning that if you want to get an androgynous look you’ll have to drop your favourite colour forever because I didn’t mention it here. I didn’t even mention my own favourite colour, and I consider myself to be at least a little bit androgynous. (For the record, it is as you probably can see on the design of my blog, green.)

Hope you enjoyed this, and maybe found some use in it, or maybe you found it totally offending (which if you did, please let me know). I enjoyed writing it, if nothing else.

And, just so you know, I don’t really think my adulation for lists is unhealthy.

The Tale of the Great Grandmother

Today I went on a little trip with my sister and my mum. We went to a town called Lillehammer, which lies about two hours on train from Oslo. Reason: We were going to visit my 99 year old great grandmother. I mean, nintyfuckingnine! That’s pretty amazing. And she’s so nice as well, and smart and she doesn’t even use a wheelchair. Her hearing is almost gone, and she can’t see too much, but her mind is all clear. It’s pretty awesome. If I ever get old, I hope I can get old that way.

In 1994, when I was all of two years old, Norway held the Winter Olympics in Lillehammer. It might be Norway’s proudest moment.

We were at her nursing home, and had just bought some icecreams (watermelon for the vegan) and were sitting outside. My GGM (oh hell to the yes) was a little chilly, so I offered to go grab her a jacket in her room. So I went to grab her jacket in her room. I tried to open the door, but naively thought that when it didn’t open on the first, weak push, it was of course locked.

So I went back to ask for her key, and she said she didn’t have one, and I said (or more screamed really, cause she can’t hear that good) that that couldn’t be right, cause the door was locked. And then she just started to laugh. Like, really laugh, and said that the door wasn’t locked, as if that would be the stupidest thing to think ever.

And then I went back and pushed open the door and got her her jacket. And then this male-nurse-boy-cute-guy went by, and he knew my great grandmother, so they chatted a little. And then she told him who I was, and asked “Don’t you think she’s a tall and slim nice girl?” And then I wanted to die. Just kidding. It was really funny actually, he was like “Uhm, yeah, nice to meet you,” and went on rolling an old man to the cafeteria in his wheelchair. I live on that kind of awkwardness.

I look grumpy. But I have nice clothes on. And different hair. Old picture.

So, a good day. I also got to go to this amazing secondhand store in town there, one whom my GGM had recommended me. And I bought an amazing wool cardigan in my favourite green, and a oh-so-pretty necklace and a purse. Pictures. I can’t get myself to bother with that right now. I really have to sleep. I got up earlier than on a freakin’ schoolday to reach that damned train to Lillehammer. Night.