Jul 17, 2014

He has missed her in the forest while he showed her all the flowers and the branches sang the chorus as he climbed the scaley towers of a forest tree while she was somewhere being free...







Hey lovely people! It's been a long time again, I'm just too busy at the moment. But I've got to say, the past weeks have been pretty awesome (except of school, it sucks). I'm in the drama group of my school, and last week we spent four days at a professional theater to see other plays from other schools. There were so many awesome people and even better plays! It was a lot of fun. And as we were away, we skipped school for three days which was one of the best parts. The school year is almost over, so all exams are written and we basically all go to school for like, eight hours a day and no one's even a bit motivated or paying attention at all, actually, everyone's sleeping all the time. I can't wait for summer holidays! I'll go to Spain with my family, probably camping with my friends, and I'll visit London for six days with my boyfriend. It's going to be a great summer, and, hell, it has to be! It's gonna be my last summer vacation in my life. I will graduate next year and although I can't wait to be finished with school, I'm hella scared of the final tests and of the real life after school. But there's still one summer left, so I really have to make the best out of it. I've also been quite productive so far, as you can see! We were supposed to keep a sketchbook in art class, and now that it's graded (A!), I thought I should share some of my drawings/collages/paintings/whatever with you. I'm not really talented at drawing, but I had a lot of fun filling this sketchbook. At first, it was like a duty, something I had to do for school, but as time passed, I got to draw something almost every day. It felt awesome to be, you know, ~creative~ in some way. I've been loosing my creativity in the past few years which makes me so sad, and that sketchbook really helped me to bring it back - at least a part of it. I hope you like it.



The word "Fernwehfeinstaubfantasien" is a made-up german word. The parts of it mean: Wanderlust - fine dust - fantasies and I loved it. Theresa Hahl made it up and used it in this poem of hers.






This is Pippi Langstrumpf, or at least, she's supposed to look a bit like her.


(insert elegant way to change topics here). The lovely people from HiCustom offered me to get something from their shop for free and I was so happy about that! At HiCustom, you can, like, design your own tshirts and stuff and they print it and send it to you. It's pretty awesome! (and it's super cheap, too.). Well, that's the t-shirt I designed:

It's just a white t shirt with a painting by Salvador Dalì on it. I'm really into surrealism lately, and Dalì is, like AMAZING! So I decided to honor him by wearing a painting by him (the ship) on a t shirt. Yay!


Random cat photo. It's just, you know, obligatory.

Lots of love,

Mary!

Jun 17, 2014

As I walk down the highway all I do is sing this song and a train that's passin' my way helps the rhythm move along. There is no doubt about the words are clear, the voice is strong, is oh so strong!

A tribute to Robert Plant








Warning: this article could be really chaotic because of extreme fangirling.

Stop whatever you are doing right now. Click on this link. And then, praise the overlord of Rock'n Roll. Maybe it's just me, but ISN'T HE BEAUTIFUL?! (probably it is just me, I showed the video to my sister and she was like "man, he's ugly! what the heck is he doing?!". She's 12 and when it comes to music, I sometimes believe she's not really related to me). To me, anyways, Robert Plant is a god. The god of Rock'n Roll. As the lead singer of Led Zeppelin, he made music history with legendary songs like "Stairway to heaven". Stairway to heaven, lemme tell ya, is the best song ever. Its lyrics are hauntingly beautiful, the guitar solo of Jimmy Page is otherworldly, and Robert Plant's voice is an eargasm, seriously. It's written brilliantly and just captivating. I hate choosing a favorite song, but if I have to, this is it. It's too amazing for this world.
I own unfortunately only two singles of them, and I rarely play them on my record player - they are real treasures to me and I am so afraid they will eventually wear down and I have to throw them away. But when I play them, I would turn the volume up and up and up and it's like wooooaaaah. I'm so sorry, I don't have words for Robert Plant's voice. He's just the best.
Well, I felt the urge to listen to the record today, and I decided to dedicate an entire post to the god of Rock'n Roll. I did a photo set inspired by Robert Plant, and here it is. The clothes are all thrifted.
Enjoy!

Love,

Mary 








May 5, 2014

I don't know but we were so fly and so full of cheese, man we got on our cheesey pizza feast. Pizza party tonight!




It was really hard not to freak out while taking these pictures, I'm just too happy with my pizza shirt! I mean, there's a slice of pizza on it? How could I not freak out?! Obviously, pizza is my favorite food, well, actually, one of my favorite things ever. Therefore, I decided to dedicate a blog post completely to the most heavenly taste on earth. Pizza is probably one of the best things mankind has achieved so far. Just imagine sitting on your bed under a huge blanket with a pizza box on your lap and the smell of a hot cheesy pizza... It is paradise! And there are so many kinds of pizza. I could probably never eat anything else but Pizza. Pizza for breakfast is the best way to start the day, guys.
Well, one day, being hungry as always, I thought of pizza (that was hard to guess.). And then, all of the sudden, I had that amazing brainwave. So I went thrifting and bought the ugliest turtleneck ever. I cut off the collar and the sleeves and sewed the pizza patch which I made before on it. I can't put it off since then. The only problem is, it makes me so hungry when I look down!
I am also wearing black lipstick for some ~vibes~, some old DIYed cut-offs, black tights (the most boring yet most worn garment) and the holographic boots my boyfriend gave me for christmas. Wearing these always makes me really happy cause, you know, what's better than tiny rainbows everywhere you go?

Right now, I'm listening to Pizza party tonight for approximately the hundredth time and have been getting so hungry while searching for pizza on tumblr (probably a bad idea). But can we, for a moment, appreciate the fact that finally someone wrote a song about pizza? Applause to the Aquadolls! (does anyone know them? can we fangirl just for a second? They are super cool.) Aaaand you know what else is super cool? Pizza.

no source, sorry.


This AMAZING patch is available here and I LOVE IT SO MUCH I NEED IT.



My lovely cat even joined me while taking pictures. Unfortunately, she hates it when I lift her up, so she wasn't too pleased. So please ignore the fact that she's highfiving my face.
When I looked at this picture, I realized that in this picture, the three best things on earth are combined. David Bowie, or more precisely, Major Tom incorporated by the boots, a slice of Pizza on the shirt and a cat! And then on my endless journey through the depths of tumblr, I found this and completely freaked out.

I MEAN HOLY SHIT THIS IS A PIZZA CAT?!?! THAT'S TOO AWESOME FOR THIS PLANET.

Okay I needed a few minutes to calm down but I'm back again. I'm so ridiculously hungry, writing this post was a mistake.
So, PRAISE THE PIZZA!

Lots of love.

Apr 1, 2014

So you can put the clouds up in your own little way, but the sun is gonna come up the very next day, it's gonna be so bright it's gonna blow you away and once it's over your head will never be the same.



 


Hey guys, I hope you're all fine. Spring's finally there - it's pretty risky, though, to wear short skirts or tank tops already, as the weather changes all the time. Last weekend was perfect, not only because of the weather. I spent some beautiful hours in the park (it was so lovely! There were petals flying through the air and daisies and everything was so summer-esque.) with my boyfriend. I'm quite sad it's school again, but we' gonna have spring break in two weeks. And this week doesn't really count as a proper week of school - I'll only have a few lessons, as the theater group in my school keeps me busy. We are going to premiere on Thursday! I'm already so exited and I hope everything will work. I'll tell you about it next post.

Well, although school's quite okay (for I don't spend as much time there as usual), it really bores me. It bores me to death. I should probably listen and pay attention as we'll write quite a lot of tests soon, but I can't. I always carry "The Great Gatsby" with me, and when I can't bear the boredom any longer, I read a few pages. If you haven't read it or at least watched the movie, DO. Just do it. It's by far the best-written book I have ever read, and the characters are so incredibly amazing. One sentence in it sums up my feelings lately pretty nice, by the way: “And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.” The whole book is so beautiful and I literally can't wait to read it all over again.
Back to the topic: Inspired by how boring school is, I decided to try to go for a bored-schoolgirl-look. I love the jumper! It's my sister's, she wears it as a pyjama which I just don't understand, it's way too cool for this! The shirt (you only see the collar) is mine, I believe it was from H&M about two years ago, maybe more. The skirt, which I totally overwear is from Primark, the knee socks are thrifted and the shoes are from Canada, also they are too small and almost fall apart. I made the flower crown by myself.

Now to something completely different. It was my birthday on the 19th of March! Sweet sixteen! I've been longing for finally being sixteen, as you're allowed to go out (to parties) at this age in Germany. I and a friend of mine, whose birthday was two days before mine, threw a party with a lot of nice people and lots and lots of cake. There were brownies, cupcakes and even a rainbow cake! We had an awesome evening/night.

I hope I didn't bore you as much as school bores me, and I hope you'll have a great day.

Lots of love,

Mary









Mar 10, 2014

Across the clouds I see my shadow fly out of the corner of my watering eye, a dream unthreatened by the morning light could blow this soul right through the roof of the night.





Hey babes! I bet you're all so tired of my apologies for the lack of posting in the past few months (I can't believe it has been months!), so I won't apologize anymore. I just will blog whenever I have some time, or even when I don't. Blogging was such a big part of me and I don't want that part to get lost somewhere in the journey of growing up. I won't write anything like "I promise to blog again soon" because I feel like in my mind it always changes into "Naw you don't have time to blog.". Anyways, here I am, back in the awesome, amazingly dangerous thing they call the world wide web. I feel like I felt when David Bowie published a new Album last year - I feel like Major Tom's back, but not as a junkie but as a  hero.
This is also my first post ever with a 8tracks playlist included. Usually, I just listen to all kinds of 8tracks mixes but I never made one by myself. This one's pretty short, but it includes a few of the best songs ever written. I'm especially in love with the Imgagine Cover and Learning to fly by Pink Floyd.

http://8tracks.com/mary-the-freak/born-in-the-wrong-decade

( I just couldn't figure out how to put the widget in here so at last the link!)
Okay, as this was originally meant to be a fashion blog, I'll talk about my outfit. Eh, sorry for the cat face. My face looked so horrible in all those pictures, my skin looked like I will throw up the next second and my expression was so awkward, haha! Anyways, I discovered those shoes in the basement yesterday - I completely forgot about them. The dress is handmade, it's dark green velvet and I love it. The blouse is thrifted, I love the cute lace collar! And the button is Lindsay Weir from Freaks and Geeks, you can buy it in my  Etsy. However, most important, is what I'm not wearing. Tights! It's getting spring! It's so warm here, I literally spent the whole afternoon outside with my best friend which was so lovely and relaxing. Finally feeling the hot sun on your skin again is such a relief and like medicine for my soul. It's amazing how the sun can make you happy just by being there! I hope it's going to be warm enough soon to wear all my clothes and shorts again.

In other news: I read the Virgin Suicides! I can't even tell you how awesome it is. It's one of the best books I've ever read, if not the best. The language is so precise and dreamy, and the story is so tragic, it always makes me cry. I re-watched the movie, too, and it was even better than the first time I watched it, as I noticed so many more details. If you haven't read the book, I highly recommend it. It's so dreamy and touching.

Inspired by the book, I made some badges which I sell on my Etsy. There's also a super cool Frida Brooch, you can purchase them here -->Mary the Freak on Etsy




Now to something completely different: In the comment section, someone told me having dreadlocks as a white girl or calling my hair dreadlocks is cultural appropriation. I've talked with some internet friends about it, we had a great discussion. I've come to this conclusion:
First of all, I've educated myself about the topic and I still don't regret having dreadlocks. The term "Dreadlocks" originates from the matted hair black slaves brought from africa had when they arrived in the U.S. where the whites called their hair "dreadful". The blacks decided to leave her hair like that to protest in a quite silent way, obviously, against the white imperialism and capitalism. Now, if these things are their reasons, is there any reason just because I'm white I should agree with imperialism and capitalism? No. I don't. I believe that just because I'm white, I can still agree with the opinion of the first dreadheads. Why should that be wrong? I also think claiming that "Whites should not have dreads" is ridiculous. There's not such a thing as a white or a black hairstyle, neither should there be one. So I'm a white girl with dreads and I don't regret it and I'm utterly happy with my hair.  Just to explain my choice to you, the last thing I want is to seem ignorant.

Okay, it felt awesome to finally write a post again. I'm actually smiling right now, not even kidding, haha. 
I hope you still read my blog and still like my posts, dear followers. You're the backbone of this project and I wanna thank you SO MUCH for supporting me and still reading this post although this blog seemed to go offline (what a horrible thought!)

Lots of love,

Mary

Feb 3, 2014

Her mother smokes diamonds and she sleeps out in the car. Yeah, but she remembers Chicago, the musicians and guitars and grass by the lake and people who laugh'd and made her poor heart ache.



sorry for the awful quality!

Hey folks! I kinda messed up my resolution to blog more often, but at least I wrote a bigger post today. 
I wore this to school today, I was in the mood to dress up today. But actually wearing it felt slightly weird. I've been wearing mostly super-large men shirts, comfy dresses and huge jackets and wearing something tight again felt kinda weird. I had the constant urge to just put on some sack or something, but I was in school so it was impossible. I still think it looks quite nice, though, haha! I like how different styles are mixed here. I love the contrast of the vein tights combined with something floral. I am wearing a dress from Primark which I love but barely wear (it's thight, duh.) and a thrifted embroidered cardigan. AND MOST IMPORTANT GUYS LOOK AT MY HEAR THESE ARE DREADS AND THEY ARE MINE! It's their 3-months-and-2-days birthday today. I love them, and I loved doing something crazy with my hair. But there are some cons, too. I paid a lot of money to get them, but the person who made them didn't do it well. There are a lot of waves and loops and basically, I have to repair them constantly. My hair grows fast, so I have roots already which need to mat (that sounds gross, but it isn't!). I'm working on them all the time, but dreadlocks get nicer with time, so I'll trust on that. Besides that, I love them. I can do so many awesome hairdo's with them. I braid it often, or knot it, or just wrap that turban-thing around it. DREADS ARE AWESOME.

 my favorite bead!

I had some time this weekend to catch up with the posts of the blogs I follow. It was a lot of fun to see those people again, you know? Especially Eva from Style Wandering.
Eva kinda drives me crazy, but in a good way. Her writing really makes me think a lot, about everything, and I wish I could just get my thoughts into words, but I guess that won't work. My mind's just like a adventourous playground and I'm sitting on a swing of confusion, swinging back into the daily life and forth into the actual life. I just wish I had more time to think and to create, more time to read because I feel almost unhealthy without art.
I'm also getting over that identity-crisis thing I mentioned. I just stopped beating myself up because of it, if you will. I don't worry about what others think of me anymore  - and I know, you probably think I never did. But that's not true, and it's hard to admit. I never cared, and never will care about what others think of me. Though, I wanted to provoke and seem like an individual and be individual and myself, above all. It sounds so stupid, thinking of it now, but it never really came to my mind that I have been an individual since I was born and no one is going to change this. Everyone's an individual, even if he/she dresses mainstream, listens to charts and wants to be a secretary later. I guess, I was just stuck in that mad point of view, but slowly, ever so slightly, starting to be more than a girl rebelling with fashion.  I still listen to different music than most people, I still don't care about strange looks, I still want to try everything out, I still dress weird (don't worry, dear followers of a fashion blog!), but I stopped thinking about it that much, in a way. I'm growing into myself, I guess. I do what I want, whether it's normal or provoking (most of the time it's unconventional, that's just the way it goes, haha).
Trying to find yourself is something which misleads you often. Don't get me wrong. I do want you guys to try out stuff, finding out what you like an dislike, but don't beat yourself up. You will never find yourself, like saying "That's my identity forever, deal with it" because you'll never be able to define yourself rationally, and that's okay! You're an ever-changing being. It's impossible to define yourself forever, "like a toaster or something" (to quote My so-called life). I'm trying to enjoy the journey without worrying if there's even an aim, some sort of ultimate cognition. The journey is the destination. What I'm wearing and what I like is only a part of who I am at the moment, obviously.
I think self expression and identity are very different. I think self expression is incredible, because it is the ability to express parts of you through thousands of mediums and acts, and as these parts of you change, the way you express them can too, and to me, that seems simple and beautiful.
- Eva from Style wandering
Yeah, shut up, stupid me, you'll never put it into words as Eva does.

Wow okay, you deserve an oscar or something if you were in school today and still had the nerves to read that.

Lots of love, my dear readers,

Mary (takes a bow)

Jan 14, 2014

I'm leaving everything behind except my mind and my valentine if I got time, gonna go to some redneck town where they hold class in the middle of the night. If my school had burned to the ground, I would've gotten smarter sooner and you know that's right!





Life's confusing lately. My world view is slightly upset, as is everything in my mind. It's like a million of songs all played at the same time in my head, it's crazy. It's partly because of missing being creative. Not being able to make art drives me crazy. I feel like a completely different person without my creativity which seems to disappear covered up by the immense amount of work I have to do. Also Flower put something in words which I couldn't:
It's almost impossible for me to blog in the way I used to because my perception of the world has altered so drastically in the last few months and I'm not really the same person I used to be, something which seems, by turns, logical and confusing. 
This sums up everything in a great way. It's really weird. 

Jesus, I sound way to depressive here. I'm sorry  - originally this was meant to be a fashion blog, now it's just, like, the life of a teen who struggles with identity. 

OKAY ENOUGH PHILOSOPHICAL TALK. 

Actually, if I don't think too much (I usually don't because of the lack of time, as sad as it sounds), life's okay. I have absolutely NO motivation concerning school, but I'm planning my summer and I sleep a lot. I also listen to a lot of awesome music (8tracks is becoming my best friend).
I'm wearing a dress I bought a few weeks ago, it's from Primark and has the cutest daisy print ever! It's also really cozy. The giant shirt is from a fleamarket, or from the thrift shop, I guess? I have no idea. Anyways, the overknees were given to me by my mother, and the shoes are from Canada. They used to be white, can you even believe that? I compared them to a brand-new pair of white chucks recently and it was like, night and day, haha.

Well, I have some good news for all of you lovely followers! Here's my late new-year-resolution:
To blog at least 4 times a month. Let's see how it works.

Love,

Mary