tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50164296033300593812024-03-18T20:39:02.013-07:00Birdie wears a tieBirdie wears a tiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11652204129353430435noreply@blogger.comBlogger172125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016429603330059381.post-5923832629749347972016-01-19T06:50:00.001-08:002016-01-19T06:50:11.085-08:00Look up here, I'm in heaven. I've got scars that can't be seen, I've got drama, can't be stolen - Everybody knows me know.Hey lovely readers!<br />
I have to admit, it took me about one week to be able write about David Bowie's death. I got the news while having breakfast and then I needed to pour away my now salty coffee because of my tears. I kinda cried for two days straight. David Bowie was a major inspiration in my life, and I would for sure be a different person now without him. I was - and, to be frank, still am - so shocked about his death. I have been listening to his new album Blackstar all day long since it came out, so his passing was like a punch in the face. <br />
If you read this blog, you probably have a faint idea of what I owe to him - now that he's gone, the world feels kinda emtpy and less glitter-y than before. I was really carried away by sadness, as many others, and I am amazed by the reactions to his death. It is incredible what he meant to us - how he helped us through our lifes. He was a god, basically, who helped me so much to celebrate weirdness and always cheered me up with his bold costumes and unbelievably beautiful music. I was a lonely teen once, kind of lost in the peer pressure and the constant coolness-competition that school seemed to be like. Through his music I gained enough power to make my way out of a pressuring system, enough love to be happy about myself, enough inspiration to start this blog and finally got more creativity in my life again. Dressing up to his songs in the morning, I started wearing eccentric clothes and covering everything in glitter. At night, I listened to his records and <a href="http://birdiewearsatie.blogspot.co.uk/2013/01/ziggy-played-guitar-jamming-good-with.html" target="_blank">drew lightning bolts on my face</a>. His song "Rebel Rebel" was the soundtrack to my teen years, and songs like "Space Oddity" or "Oh! You pretty things" will never lose their beauty. Over the years, he became my most important source of inspiration.<br />
I wish I could put in words what he meant to me.<br />
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Bowie teached me to be the person I am today, encouraged me and his influence can be found in every aspect and facet of my life - my clothing, my art, my philosophy. He's like pure inspiration from head to toe: his androgynous style, his make up, his ability to re-invent himself constantly.<br />
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I kind of thought he was immortal because an alien like him, such a god among us, could not simply die. He always seemed like some sort of supercool alien who visited our planet and gifted us with the most beautiful sounds of the universe. So now that he's gone, I deeply hope that he's having a safe journey in his rocket ship back to whatever star he came from. He has always been the prettiest star.<br />
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Last thursday, I went to Berlin Schöneberg and visited the house where he lived with Iggy Pop. It was the only right thing to do for me, laying a rose in front of the door he walked in and out and just standing there paying him tribute. I stood there for about a hour in the cold air of Berlin and just cried my eyes out. So many people were there and thought of him which made me feel a bit better as I wasn't alone with my sadness. I talked to a old punk woman who even met him a few times in Berlin in clubs and bars and we cried together and hugged and talked about what he meant to us. She told me that nothing on earth really just leaves, but actually only changes into something different, and I thought of Bowie now being sound and vision.<br />
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I cannot believe how I only managed to write twelve posts this year, which has basically been one of the most exiting and best years I've experienced. Between my last post and this one, a lot has happened: Most important, I moved to Berlin. Yes. Berlin. I was afraid that a small-town girl like me would be a total catastrophe in a huge city like this, but I guess I'm doing pretty well so far. I got lost only seven times, was late approximately five times, saw nine plays already and was in museums four times. I have been here since the 3rd of November, but everything here still seems like an adventure to me. Everything is colorful, exiting, new and way too expensive.<br />
I am working at a theatre for children and teenagers here (which is why I moved to Berlin). A few months ago, I was seriously so annoyed by the mere thought of having to find a apartment or a room here, but surprisingly, someone reached out to me and now I am living in Charlottenburg with the most lovely housemate. In contrast to the cliché of the unfriendly, gruff people in Berlin, I have met only really nice ones so far.<br />
I moved here about three weeks before my work even began as I wanted to see as much as possible of this amazing city. This has proved to be a great decision as I have seen and done so many awesome things here! The entire city is FULL OF ART. There's so much cool graffiti everywhere, and I have been to the Alte Nationalgalerie, basically the most impressive museum I've ever been to. There was this one room in which I found myself surrounded by paintings by Monet, Renoir, Delacroix, Cezanne, Gauguin, van Gogh and even a sculpture by Rodin. It was heaven.<br />
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This is me in front of a Monet, damnit! Isn't this fantastic? I am wearing a T-shirt I painted by myself inspired by El Lissitzky, old pants from Zara, tie dyed socks and my beloved holographic boots which were a gift from my boyfriend. I am smiling like crazy in this picture because I was so happy to finally see paintings by such a great artist as Monet! </div>
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Another great museum I've been to was the Gemäldegalerie near Potsdamer Platz: They currently have a exhibition about the renaissance painter Sandro Botticelli. In addition to the Botticelli paintings, I also saw art by Valie Export, Degas, Salvador Dalí AND I SAW A WARHOL. And a Magritte. And work by Bill Viola and I basically freaked out in this exhibition because PERFECTION. The works by Botticelli, though, nearly made me cry as they are so unbelievably beautiful and have this kind of paradisian, perfect appearance... it was amazing. In front of the museum, they placed a shell like in the Birth of Venus, so I pretended to be Venus which was pretty funny.</div>
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One of my favorite works of art in Berlin is, quite obviously, the East Side Gallery. This is the longest left over part of the wall that once divided the city in two parts. Seeing the wall where people died while trying to get to the other side about thirty years ago, now covered in paint and art makes me really happy for some reason.<br />
Here, I am wearing a shirt I ordered on SheIn. It reminds me of some sculptures by Michelangelo and I like the neutral shape. The pants are thrifted, ad I am wearing these awesome see-trough shoes with green striped socks underneath. I am establishing a pretty random printed socks collection and cringe everyday when I need to put on shoes over my new Harry Potter socks or the ones with the Scream by Munch. Luckily enough, I own see-trough shoes.<br />
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These faces are a pretty famous image at the East Side Gallery.<br />
Regarding dressing in Berlin: it's pretty funny - when I walk around with my giant red flower crown, people stare at me just like they did on the countryside. It's hella cold here, which is why I mostly wear pants and multiple layers of woolen jackets. The good news is: There is inspiration everywhere! So many well-dressed, cool-looking people! It's fantastic and really a paradisian place for a blogger.<br />
In spite of lacking my beloved plain white door, I will post more outfits in the next few posts because I feel so inspired and artsy right now! Too bad the cold wind upsets my outfit plans most of the time or forces me to hide all my nice ideas under a coat, cuddled up with a scarf so you can only see my red nose and my eyes squinting because of the wind. Well, I can take pictures inside.<br />
To put the whole matter in a nutshell, I love Berlin. It's such an inspiring place crammed with great people - I am having a really great time.<br />
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Lots of love,<br />
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<br />Birdie wears a tiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11652204129353430435noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016429603330059381.post-22617451061185072402015-10-28T11:37:00.000-07:002015-10-29T02:34:59.122-07:00As I woke up this morning, I had nothing to do, so I went down the street, my good old friend, the fox, I meet. The Night is dark, the air is clear, music is loud, I have no fear, my companion is next to me, a loyal fox is what you need. The Fox is on your side...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hi lovelies!<br />
I don't want to count how many weeks it's been again... But Jesus, it were great weeks (although I missed blogging, of course). As you may have read here, I graduated this summer and now the time totally and only dedicated to what I want to do has begun! To put the whole matter in a nutshell, I'm working at the theatre! This world has actually been my dream proffession for what seems almost half of my life, and I am so happy I can finally pursue this dream of mine. So basically, what I am doing is a year full of small, unpaid jobs at various theatre houses scattered around in Germany. They usually last between four weeks to two months. This means I am moving around a lot, which is extremely exiting. The first job is already over again - it basically consisted of being a nice elf around the rehearsals for a play which was incredibly fantastic! The theatre I worked at is a very special place: it's a beautiful art-nouveau-castle in the countryside, where all the people working at the theatre actually live and work. You get me? I lived in a freaking castle the past six week! And it was such a great atmosphere with all those fantastic people around (shoutout to Antonia! you're a lovely person). At the beginning, I was a bit worried about moving out and if I would not totally fail at living alone, but it worked out fine! While moving, I figured out I possess <i>waaaayyy to many</i> clothes. But that's fine with me, haha.<br />
I can't believe I actually am supposed to be a kind of adult who lives on his own right now. It's somehow strange, but more than that, it's extremely exiting and fun - I feel like I am leading the life I've always wanted to live, as cheesy as it sounds. Everything is pretty damn cool currently!<br />
Before I move to Berlin (isn't this amazing?! such a great city!) next month, I am staying a week at home (my real one), which is great because I can finally blog again!<br />
And I've had a pretty cool day, too. I sewed those pants! An actress from the castle-theatre-thing figured out that I'm obsessed with art and gifted me bedclothes made out of the most awesome Joan Miró fabric. So much artsy fabric, yay! I decided to sew wide leg trousers. I have sewn a few skirts and shirts and stuff, but I had never dared to sew pants before! Not-surprisingly, I made a few stupid mistakes during the process, but I absolutely love the way they turned out. I made them flared at the bottom and, as one would expect of clothing made out of bedclothes, they are so so so comfy! Now I can wear Joan Mirós little animals and abstract shapes on my legs - yay.<br />
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Besides those great pants, I wear a white simple shirt my boyfriend gave me beneath a super cute tulle-t-shirt from my aunt (I didn't even knew such stuff exists). It has a cute hem and is cropped (or maybe it's for kids) and I think it fits perfectly. Above, there are three healing stone necklaces. I wear the dark-green moon almost everyday, the other two were bought on a nice thrift store/shopping trip today. I like the Robert Plant/ Janis Joplin vibes of layering multiple necklaces! Although this amount of jewellery is usually very untypical for me. The bracelets collected from festivals throughout three summers normally are the only pieces of jewellery I wear (flower crown counts as a basic, not jewellery). I also wear old converse shoes (which you can't really see but at least I made an effort) from my sister.<br />
Actually, I'm in love with those pants. I see ~endless~ styling opportunities. A good sign of a great item is me totally overwearing it - and I don't think I'm going to wear any other pants for the rest of the month, haha. :)<br />
I hope you like this outfit as much as I do! And I hope you can forgive this awful lack of posting. Well, I have lots of time this week so be prepared!<br />
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Hi lovelies!<br />
I cannot believe it's been three weeks since my last post again, despite all my good intentions! But so much happened lately and my summer has been basically one special, wonderful moment after another. One of the indisputable best moments was my journey to Amsterdam. My boyfriend and I spent four and a half (way too short, but lovely) days in the capital of the Netherlands. The city itself is amazing - everything, especially the little houses at the canals seems picture-perfect and the atmosphere is lovely. Wandering aimlessly around the city along the canals and discovering all those cute stores and picturesque little bridges made me really happy.<br />
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Nonetheless, the indisputably best moment in Amsterdam was the Van Gogh Museum. Four floors entirely dedicated to the life and oeuvre of Vincent van Gogh? Yes please! And standing in the line in front of the museum for nearly two hours proved to be definitely worth it. I was absolutely carried away by his paintings. To be honest, I have hardly ever experienced this power of art, especially his self-portraits almost brought me to tears. The incredible expression of his emotions through the colors were - in a subtle, yet intense way - extremely touching. Vincent's biography seems to me as a contrast in itself: The utter, yellow and lilac, spring-esque joy he felt while living in Arle where he painted the <a href="http://paintings4u.ch/images/product_images/original_images/vincent_van_gogh_sonnenblumen_arles_1.jpg" target="_blank">sunflowers</a> contrasting the wild, swirling, dark blue pain and loneliness which can be seen <a href="http://static1.squarespace.com/static/53f353f4e4b0dbe1ff73ced2/t/54792573e4b01fb132fd2743/1417225588017/" target="_blank">here</a>, for example. In his use of colors, he did not only find a way of expression but of survival.<br />
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Basically, the raw beauty of his work left me speechless (which is hard to achieve as I'm basically talking non stop), and I consider myself very lucky to have seen his signature in person. <br />
So obviously, my outfit is all centered around van Gogh's art! I bough this awesome t-shirt in Amsterdam. It shows his painting Starry Night, which is one of the most popular ones. I love the swirling clouds and glowing stars on it! The quality of the print and the soft fabric justify the price which was approximately higher than the prices of all my tees added together, but <i>just look at this shirt</i>. I made the velvet skirt by myself which you probably know already as I am overwearing it, and the shoes are, like, four years old from a fleamarket. The socks are new and fit perfectly into my current obsession with tie dye (maybe it's <a href="http://birdiewearsatie.blogspot.de/2012/08/trend-spotting-psychedelic.html" target="_blank">chronical</a>). Actually, they're from the men's department which is funny because they are almost ten sizes too large, but hey, they were two bucks for three pairs! I guess they match the tee pretty well as they have the same kind of swirly blue print, you know?<br />
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So that's another outfit centered around art. It seems I'm quite obsessed. I hope you don't mind even more posts about art, haha (there was a <a href="http://www.famouspainterswear.com/" target="_blank">store</a> in Amsterdam which only sold clothing printed with artworks. it was perfect). <br />
My obsession is also manifested in the title of this post - I always use song lyrics, as you know, and <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tNdYLGAxcWA" target="_blank">this particular song</a> has a certain place in my heart. It's so beautiful! <br />
I hope you're having a great summer!<br />
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Lots of love,<br />
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Mary<br />
<br />Birdie wears a tiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11652204129353430435noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016429603330059381.post-84839758000022659942015-08-03T11:43:00.000-07:002015-08-03T11:43:07.887-07:00Then you began to hang up me, you studied to portray me in ice and greens and old blue jeans. I gave you all my pretty years, then we began to weather and I was left to winter here while you went west for pleasure.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hi lovelies!<br />
A couple of days ago, I met up with a photographer who build up a beautiful studio only a few kilometres away I never knew about before until he contacted me all of the sudden. It kinda feels like a secret, hidden place only some people know - and it's totally amazing. Mark actually mostly takes analog photos, especially polaroids. And I love the wonderful, dreamy kind of effect Polaroids tend to have, so that's exactly what I could only have dreamt of!<br />
We had two lovely days full of great cameras, broken polaroids, wonderful photos and - one of my favorite parts - a great conversation about art. I love artsy conversations, and it's even better with a person who has an equally great taste as an impressive knowledge. <br />
Not smiling and looking good, though, proved to be quite a big challenge! Especially the smiling part as I am quite a happy person and tend to smile at everyone. But surprisingly, in most of the photos I managed not to look like a total idiot. Actually, I was almost shocked how good the pictures turned out in the end, haha. It was just such a great time so having good photos at the end was just perfect.<br />
On the photo above, I'm holding one of the cameras we worked with. Isn't she ~perfect~? I love how unpredictable those polaroids are - you just never know how a picture will turn out!<br />
Analog pictures have a certain kind of flair - it's not just how the picture turns out, but about the process of taking the picture. As every picture is expensive, you think more about what to take a picture of. And you learn to love the effect each camera has.<br />
Lately, I've been constantly carrying around a analog camera for the especially wonderful moments this summer, and I am so exited how they will turn out! I will show you a few here.<br />
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<br />Birdie wears a tiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11652204129353430435noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016429603330059381.post-65834084491046614742015-07-15T14:10:00.000-07:002015-07-15T14:10:31.431-07:00So the moon took control of my eyes and my soul, now I'm smiling cause I'm dancing with the witches in the moonlight, watch me dancing with the witches in the moonlight. When I was young I didn't know the summer days seemed 25 years long ...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm literally smiling as I am typing this which is because I crazily love creating content on this blog but manage to post far too less - so posting something new always makes me extremely happy.<br />
As crazy as it may sound, ever since I've graduated, I have even less time than before! I've been so busy - however, for diversion, I've been doing things I love.<br />
I intended to fill these weeks before work with all the things - and only those - making me happy. So I am visiting fleamarkets, theatres, taking tons of analog pictures, doing art, spending time with my friends and my boyfriend, travelling to foreign countries, journaling, going to concerts and festivals and basically doing things I never before had the time to. Despite of this sounding very cheesy, it works out perfectly and I can proudly say I am having a wonderful, fantastic, groovy summer! Ehem, and I am also working for a local newspaper - which is actually great fun, I get to go to cultural events without paying, haha, and I really enjoy writing, so that's quite cool.<br />
Please excuse the massive amount of talking about myself lately!<br />
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For Fashion Talk start reading here → ♥<br />
Summer means colors, lovelies! Which is why I bought this T-Shirt, I love the design. Actually, it's from the men's department - most of my clothes are, frankly. Everything about men's shirts is better than the ones in the women's department! First of all, the fabric is way softer and more comfortable. The pattern is way nicer in my opinion, I don't like slim clothes which I don't fit in anyways. Half of my clothes (I'm serious, I counted!) are men's T-Shirts. And the collection is growing further and further. Besides the T-Shirt, I am wearing a white collar which is so old I can't remember where I bought it, and a velvet black skirt I made by myself. The shoes have been my sister's but now they're mine (insert Gollum's laughter here) - they're perfect! They're see-through! How cool is that?! They also function as wellies which makes them even better. Underneath, I am wearing my Frida Kahlo socks. I usually hate yellow clothing, but these socks... ohmy. Frida portraits on your feet? Yes please! I am crazily collecting clothing related to Frida and everytime I wear one of my Frida items, I feel totally strong and undefeatable. If I'm going deeper in my <strike>obsession </strike>love for Frida, this post would never end, so I'll just stop.<br />
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So you've probably gotten the gist that all my clothes I am wearing here are great, but I think they fit together perfectly: The socks color-match the shirt, and I love the combination of clothes which belong to both sides of the gender binary. I like contrasting stereotypically male clothes (white collar, T-shirt) with stereotypically female ones (skirt). Anyhow, I have been questioning and thinking about gender a lot lately, which is why I'm incorporating items made for men in my outfits as well as taking style inspiration from boys as well as from girls. I will probably go deeper into this in a following post. I have some great ones planned, by the way. Only need more time! I guess I will just give up on sleep totally - it's too hot anyways! I believe as soon as I have free time, I'm flooding my planner with all kinds of events I usually don't have the time to visit...<br />
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<br />Birdie wears a tiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11652204129353430435noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016429603330059381.post-37931760668508517512015-06-22T12:14:00.000-07:002015-06-22T12:14:05.380-07:00Femme fatales emerged from shadows to watch this creature fair, boys stood upon their chairs to make their point of view, I smiled sadly for a love I could not obey. Lady Stardust sang his songs of darkness and dismay.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hi lovelies!<br />
BIG, BIG NEWS. I have finally graduated! Tadah!<br />
Well, the official ceremony takes place on friday (with prom and all that stuff - I'm so exited) but technically, I am finished with school! And I am ready and prepared for having a perfect last summer before working and going to College. It actually is a mix between feeling totally grown up and being scared of the big world, but mostly, I am extremely exited and very happy about not having school but loads and loads of spare time to spend at festivals, concerts, culture events, art and with my friends! I have decided to document every second of this summer and my journal is full of stuff already.<br />
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As I said in my last post, I have felt a rush of creativity and have been more motivated than ever to let my personal unicorn shaped freak flag fly! And therefore, I have bought the literally best Tee ever. To be honest, half of my closet consists of tees found in the men|s department, but this one is different. It it, let|s name it, cosmic. Galactic. Otherworldly awesome. It is more than an alien face on a black background. It is a <i>glowing </i>alien face on a black tee. The alien reacts to sound! The more sound, the more glowing, basically.<br />
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I kept the rest of the outfit simple to emphasize the awesomeness of the tee. I bought the midi skirt two weeks ago (it is from Pull&Bear) and I have been wearing it a lot since then. Usually, my skirts are a lot shorter, so it makes a nice change in my closet and is also way more practical than mini skirts. The badge I am wearing shows Dr. Frank n Furter from The Rocky Horror Picture Show (what could be more fitting to a lien tee than a alien badge?). The boots are also kinda spacy, I think. They were a gift from my boyfriend and I kinda overwear them. Furthermore, there is black lipstick which I have not worn in a while but it kinda just matched the general blackness of the outfit perfectly.</div>
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In other news, I have made a Facebook Page for my blog! Visit it <a href="http://www.facebook.com/birdiewearsatie" target="_blank">here</a>, and I would love to get a thumbs up from you! That would be lovely.<br />
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Well, I hope you're all fine and having a great summer!<br />
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Lots of love,<br />
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MaryBirdie wears a tiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11652204129353430435noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016429603330059381.post-56376796876359531202015-05-31T04:50:00.002-07:002015-05-31T04:50:12.251-07:00Make me jump into the air, keep your electric eye on me babe, put your ray gun to my head, press your space face close to mine, love - Freak out in a moonage daydream!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If you have wondered why I look that horrible in these pictures, it's because I'm sick, which is not that bad actually as I now have a valuable excuse for not getting dressed and lying in bed all day long. I have no school anymore! It is strange, though, because I have gained a lot of unknown freedom all of the sudden but I'm not too sure how to deal with it. Well, actually, I am not yet done with school - one exam out of five left. So far the exams have been very difficult; I did my best, though.<br />
Funnily enough, after the major school/exam pressure was over, I felt a sudden rush of creativity. My sense of creative fashion suffered quite a lot the past two years and - sadly - I even neglected it. Most of the time was spent in T-shirt and jeans, paired with a flower crown and outfit repeating. There was so much going on in my head and life that I simply had no time and power left to create. However, since school is over, I have been experimenting more and more with my wardrobe! I have been thrift shopping a few times, made a T-shirt, worked on collaborations with fashion companies and have been journaling more. Awesome, right? So, y'all, be prepared for so many posts coming up! (I mean it). I'm going to get into this a lot more from now on! :)<br />
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I'm also trying to get the best out of my wardrobe and trying a few new combinations - as I did here. I love this outfit, as it is summer-y and sassy at the same time! I am wearing my beloved Rookie Shirt (24/7, honestly), a tulle skirt from when I was like eight or something (hint: going to wear this at prom!), and I glued some silver stars on my face. I have been listening to David Bowie all day, so a little freakier makeup was obligatory! I have been really into tulle skirts lately, I love how dramatical and still dreamy they look! So this one has been essential for my inspiration lately. Furthermore, the boots I am wearing are lovingly called Major Tom boots by me, as they really remind me of David Bowie/Astronauts! The flower crown I am wearing (outfit repeater, see last post... sorry) was handmade by myself at home. By the way, I bought a new Bowie record last week, yay!<br />
The most remarkable thing about this outfit, perhaps, is that it is totally white. To be honest, I have spent the entire winter and also most of the cold season which actually was supposed to be spring (thumbs up for German weather) in black or mostly dark clothing - now that it is getting warmer I intended to wear more colors and brighter outfits. It works somehow, but not always.<br />
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Anyways, I am really happy about my current creative mood and will post a lot more from now on (I really mean it this time!). I have a gazillion ideas in my head!<br />
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Lots of love,<br />
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MaryBirdie wears a tiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11652204129353430435noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016429603330059381.post-16653434821426887332015-04-21T11:00:00.001-07:002015-04-29T02:36:43.332-07:00It was an April morning when they told us we should go, how could we say no? With all the fun to have, to live the dreams we always had... Oh to sail away, to sandy lands and other days, to touch the dream, hides inside and never seen. Into the sun, the south, the north...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hey folks!<br />
I'm torn between procastinating and therefore posting or finally studying for my absolute final exams. I will graduate in two months, isn't that totally crazy? I have my first big test in exactly eight days and have not studied nearly enough as I should have done. To post or not to post, that is the question.<br />
Well, we all know the answer. The weather is amazing, how could anybody bear staying inside to study?! I spent the whole day outside wrecking my wreck-this-journal, studying like half an hour and then returning to happier things like food. I've really been in need for a relaxed day lately - school is putting so much pressure on me, it's horrible. However, next monday will be my last day of school in <i>all my life</i>. I don't even know how to put it into words, it is a strange situation as I should be kinda melancholic and extremely happy but actually, I am just so bored by the lessons and stressed by studying all afternoon which is an even weirder combination. Right now, it's a mixture between feeling guilty for not studying, feeling slightly melancholic but happy at the same time because the sun never fails to cheer me up (I don't know why I don't seem at least slightly happy in the pictures, though).<br />
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To much talking about my life again - I hope you don't mind. Well, I dressed according to my current mood pretty schizophrenic in black and white. Now, let's please take a second to take a deep breath and appreciate this jacket. It's basically the most perfect jacket humanity has ever seen, right? How genius is this design?! I love the clear, basic look combined with the beautiful face. The fabric is also perfect and - it still gets even better - it was only four euros!<br />
I wear some random black shirt and also a skirt which I sewed a couple of weeks ago. It's black velvet, which I really like. The flower crown is lilac, which happens to be a color I normally avoid, but I still love flowers of this color and so I created this little crown together with my boyfriend a few weeks ago. The socks are my sister's, but they're <i>Happy Socks</i>, how could I resist borrowing them?<br />
This outfit really summarizes my current asthetic - black, white, graphic designs and a flower crown. Basically the perfect look if you're extremely tired in the morning because you don't have to open your eyes while choosing your outift, as everything will go well together.<br />
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I really am in love with this jacket.<br />
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In other news, I have been to the Autralian Pink Floyd Tribute Show! AAAH! It was incredibly, like, otherworldly incredible! The use of the approximately one thousand lights was so accurate and amazing, especially when they played "Shine on you crazy diamond" - which they actually played in full length ( one third of the entire concert, basically!). Also, at one point during the concert, a giant pink kangaroo appeared on the stage and the teacher from Another Brick in the Wall, and, wow, I have no words to tell you how amazing it all was.<br />
It also was quite funny, because my boyfriend and I were the youngest people there - by far. I guess my taste in music is slightly different than the average teen, haha.<br />
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It definitely was an unforgettable experience and I am still totally in awe when I think of how great it was. Such a great birthday present!<br />
Anyways, I hope you are having a lovely spring!<br />
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Lots of love,<br />
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MaryBirdie wears a tiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11652204129353430435noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016429603330059381.post-37058402741033949532015-03-24T12:56:00.002-07:002015-03-24T12:56:35.129-07:00All the modern things like cars and such have always existed - they've just been waiting in a mountain for the right moment, listening to the irritating noises of dinosaurs and people dabbling outside...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm pretty proud of myself as I am right now writing a post for the second time a month. I guess March was a good month - very stressful, though. I had to write eight tests in school, plus having rehearsals for a play last week in which I had the main part. And, of course, my birthday! I'm seventeen now.<br />
Besides the fact that I now can quote Bowie "I'm seventeen and my looks can prove it" and sing Dancing Queen for a reason, I'm not allowed to do anything I wasn't allowed to do before. Being a minor is really stressful to me, as I've always wanted to be an independent person which I can't only because of that stupid number that is age. However, I think seventeen is a very exiting age - it's somehow the final change from teenager to adult, or at least to a teenager who is supposed to be adult. It sounds nice, I guess.<br />
I had a lovely birthday, by the way! I spent it with my family and friends, and as I mentioned last post, the weather was great and therefore my mood was, too. I got some really really cute presents which I'm going to integrate in a future post but there's something extremely exiting I've got to tell you. I am going to see the Australian Pink Floyd Cover Show this weekend with my boyfriend! PINK FLOYD, you get me?! I'm so very excited and happy about this!<br />
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Getting back to fashion now, because you probably want to hear that rather than me talking about me.<br />
I am wearing two of my very favorite items: First, the socks. I bought them last year from Hot Sox, and they are incredible, right? There's The Scream by Edvard Munch on them and it's obviously awesome to wear such a wonderful work of art on your feet.<br />
Second, I am wearing this T-shirt I made a few weeks ago: My personal Keith Haring interpretation. To be honest, I've never liked his stick figures, not at all, until last year when I finally learned more about him personally and about his art, too. I was amazed of how politically active, inspiring and revolutionary he was. And I made friends with his stick figures. I really love that T-shirt, because the stick figure is drawing the line which is exactly my awkward kind of humor.<br />
I'm indeed mixing some very different artists in one outfit - but that's okay to me, as I have extremely different interests so when wearing your personality in an outfit, why not incorporate what seems contrary? Am I not kind of contrary by myself?<br />
Wow, philosophy. Anyways, I am also wearing a denim dress I bought quite a while ago for three euros, I think. The shoes are also (quite) new, but they look worn already. I don't like snowy white sneakers, I think they need some kind of dirty character, if you know what I mean. On my dress are two badges: One with Kurt Cobain on it, the letters on the other one read "Art is hard" (which it is, especially if you have to do a ten pages paper for Art lesson in two weeks).<br />
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David Hockney.</div>
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Hello fellow human beings!<br />
I'm so exited! The air smells like spring - finally. I have been longing for the sun since December, basically. Today was the first sunny day in ages, so I spent the entire afternoon outside, crafting, procastinating and enjoying the rays of the sun on my face. I'm the kind of person whose mood really depends on the weather - which leads to the rather unpleasant fact that I'm in a bad mood almost the entire winter. However, nothing can bring me down as long as it's sunny outside. I've been extremely stressed lately, just overthinking everything like three times and getting mad about the smallest things. Therefore, because I always dress according to my mood, I have been wearing a lot of black lately. But now, I think I will wear more colors again - brighter, spring-y-er clothes. I started this weekend by making a flower crown! It has been way too long since I last made one, but I bought a huge bunch of fake flowers, so there will be more flower crowns from now. I chose some lovely pastel flowers to match spring.<br />
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Also, as you may have noticed, I've been getting really into modern art. I made this tee two weeks ago with a friend of mine. We met in the afternoon and spent almost the whole night listening to music and painting the t-shirts we had bought before, so it was quite a lovely day! Anyways, it shows some of Pablo Picasso's doodles - some are oneliners, which I've been drawing on every surface within my reach (although they're really easy to draw, mine always look like scary mutants... ) . But I think the tee turned out quite nicely! My collection of t-shirts keeps growing.<br />
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Take a closer look now - can you spot the flamingo on the shirt? To match it, I'm wearing these shoes which were sent to me by the lovely people from <a href="http://www.rocketdog.com/" target="_blank">Rocket Dog</a>. Although I usually don't wear slippers, I really adore the super cute flamingo print on them.<br />
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Besides that, I am also wearing a dress from Etsy as a skirt and a thrifted white collar.<br />
Actually, I planned a lot of other posts already - so be prepared for a lot of art and fashion.<br />
As said earlier, I'm really into art lately. I started a journal project about artists, and also I'm obsessed with my Wreck this journal which is literally the best thing ever, it's so much fun! I've also been crazily collecting clothing related to artists, which you are all going to see sooner or later at this blog, obviously. I've also been sewing and crafting a lot. Mostly to escape the pressure putting boredom that is the last year of school (actually the last few weeks. Oh gosh ).<br />
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Yay for art.<br />
In other news, I'm writing for a German online magazine called <a href="http://hildegardmagazin.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Hildegard</a>, which is really lovely - you should check it out. Even more important is the fact that there'll hopefully be a ROOKIE MEETUP in Germany! So, German Rookies, please drop me an email at "birdiewearsatie@web.de" and you can join. I'd be so happy if it worked!<br />
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Well, I hope you liked this post and wherever you are reading this, I hope it's sunny outside (poor Australians).<br />
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Take a wild guess who inspired me today. That was pretty obvious, right? It's David Bowie, the god of Glam Rock, music in general, actually and of course he was and still is the god of fashion. All the glitter, all the amazing shapes of his stage costumes, his makeup (!), and the mere ability of him to reinvent himself again and again. He went from a androgynous beauty to a glittery, freaky alien, to a gentleman in pastel-colored suits. And he always - no exceptions - looked amazing. He is incredibly inspiring, and has always had a great influence on me when it comes to letting my freak flag fly, trying myself out fashion-wise, being all glittery and alien-esque.<br />
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And just as he wouldn't be a god just because of his style, he's also one of the greatest musicians of all time. I'll use a quote from the Space Oddity album to describe his sounds: "personal and universal, perhaps galactic, microcosmic and macrocosmic" - in any possible way incredible. His voice is so unique and makes me shiver a bit every time I hear it, and on top of his melodies and voice - the lyrics are hauntingly beautiful! Currently, his song "Changes" fascinates me the most. I guess it's because of the upcoming change in my life, which is graduating. But the happiness in this song always cheers me up when I get anxious about the future.<br />
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Actually, I have done a post about David Bowie already. But I thought I should also honor his style with an outfit inspired by him. And this is it, obviously. I am wearing my beloved iridescent boots, which really remind me of astronauts and therefore of Major Tom and therefore of David Bowie, so they matched perfectly with the galactic vibe I was going for. The jeans jacket is handmade, just scroll down a bit for details. I haven't been able to put it off ever since, so you're going to see this jacket a lot from now on. The flower crown is also handmade and I totally overwear it - but somehow, I don't feel properly dressed without a crown! And the bigger, the better. Well, the most recognizable garment in this outfit is probably my T-shirt. I bought a white shirt in the men's apartment today and spent the entire evening sitting on the floor, occasionally dancing a bit and listening to David Bowie's "The next Day", a Best Of album I own, and the record of Space Oddity. How I love this record. I bought it at a fleamarket about a year ago and one can only imagine my enthusiasm when I saw the record - of course I had to buy it. Unfortunately, somebody has drawn Bowie a beard on the front cover, but he still looks awesome.<br />
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I have this habit that every time I get obsessed with a person, a era or anything else, I begin to collect a huge bunch of stuff related to my obsession. I have collected at least ten things related to David Bowie, some of them are here in this post. These are the two records of him I own - Space Oddity and Let's Dance. My favorite songs on these are Memory of a Free Festival and Ricochet, though the version of the former is different than the ones you can find on youtube - and frankly, it's way better on the record. </div>
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I think this sums up my obsession quite well.<br />
This blog is basically transforming into a fan girl diary, right? But that's fine - there's still fashion!<br />
I hope you have liked this post - and just tell me what Bowie means to you.<br />
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Lots of love,<br />
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Hi and hello, dearest readers of this blog. I managed to do two posts in one month.<br />
Today's post is written in honor of - and inspired by - Frida Kahlo. There are flower crowns, a lot of portraits and even socks with her face on them (seriously! Socks!). And there may be a lot of fangirling.<br />
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Frida Kahlo, this unbreakable yet so sensitive woman has fascinated me for quite a long time. Ever since I found out about her in a few great Rookie articles and in art class, I could not stop thinking about her. After reading a lot of articles, a biography and watching the incredible movie (if you haven't seen it yet, stop reading immediately and do it) I feel like I kinda got an overview. I haven't figured her out at all, though, and I believe nobody ever will - but I have found out what she means to me, especially her art and her way of living. Besides her wonderful art, the thing about Frida which matters most to me is her strength. I mean, her accidents were the worst, and Diego Rivera, her husband who didn't care too much (or at all) about being faithful, was not that much better, either. Still, she resembles pure joy as well as deepest pain in her paintings.<br />
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But her strength was not only about surviving her accident and her many operations, but also about being a communist woman fighting for her rights and for her opinion. She did not care about other's conceptions about art (especially not about Paris) and was so proud of her origin, namely, Mexico. The roots which are a often-used symbol in her works resemble that kind of connectivity between a woman and her home.<br />
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Well, of course we also need to talk about her style! After all, this is a very random <i>fashion</i> blog.<br />
The thing most people recognize first about Frida Kahlo is her eyebrow. There only is one. She was known for even darkening it/them with a brow pencil, celebrating her uniqueness. This kind of eyebrow kinda breaks with all the rules you have learned when it comes to fashion - so that's definitely a reason for her being my idol. She also wore a lot of flower crowns, which is, in my opinion, just as the fact a reason to really like a person. You know me and my love affair with flower crowns. The best thing about her crowns is that she always took fresh flowers which are even better than fake ones, obviously. And another trademark of her fashion style is the traditional native clothing. She wore long, flowing, huge skirts for covering her thinner leg, but also because it was cultural heritage of her (on her mother's side). That involved bright, vivid colors, big necklaces and earrings, incredible embroidery and a lot of other amazing stuff.<br />
So let's summarize: Embroidery, colors, flower crowns and unique rebellion against fashion rules?! How perfect?!<br />
Therefore, I channeled her in this outfit. I have been wearing this in all variations a lot lately, as it makes me feel like a queen. I am wearing the giant red flower crown I made last year which I love a lot and totally overwear. I also wear some black tights, black platform shoes from Asos and a black tee from my sister. The red skirt was ordered from the internet a few months ago.<br />
And, the real star of this outfit, the denim jacket. I literally searched for a proper fitting one with a nice color for over two years - and then I finally found one in December! For fifty cent! I was so happy. Today I finished customizing it with patches, my hot glue gun and badges. Painting Frida Kahlo on the back took a few days, and it definitely was not easy to paint on denim, but I am pretty happy with the result. There are also fake flowers glued on the back which is nice. I tried to put everything I like on one jacket which did work out at least a bit. There's art, and there is music, there's Wes Anderson and there's weird biological stuff (whatever).<br />
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I LOVE customized denim jackets! They're are my choice on basically everyday, as they are not only comfortable but also give you a super good feeling since you are actually surrounded by what you love! Wearing what you love - isn't that great? That's why I'm so obsessed with band shirts, or fan clothes of any sorts. Anyways, I am very happy with the jacket and I think I'm going to wear it forever.<br />
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In other news: I OWN FRIDA KAHLO SOCKS! These, to be exact. I'm in love. And I will definitely wear them in another post.<br />
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Well, this was a long post! I'm always amazed how awkwardly I am still ending my posts after two and a half years of blogging experience. And about how awkard photographing myself in front of my door still feels.<br />
Well. Tell me what you think about Frida.<br />
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Lots of love,<br />
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PS: Thank you so much for all the sweet comments I have received recently. You are the best.<br />
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Happy new year! We all can be pretty proud about having survived another 365 days on earth, I really consider this a success. The problem with turn of the year is this choice between looking back and looking ahead - best of 2014 vs new year resolutions, basically. In fact, I have done both. I had an amazing year: a few festivals, amazing journeys and great conversations with great people. But 2014 was also A LOT about school. Which was not so nice as it kinda drove me crazy in the course of events. 2015 will be even more stressful, though (the endless joys of the German A-Levels). Therefore, my new year resolution is basically surviving without going crazy and then dealing with the after-school-life (which seems so real and near and oh my...) properly. We'll see how it works out.<br />
Besides that, it also was Christmas! yay! I had a lovely holiday in spite of being ill and because of that, cuddling up in blankets the entire day. My family and friends gave me the sweetest and most perfect presents. Some of my favorites are pictured below:<br />
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1. <strong>I am sherlocked tote</strong>. I am <em>so</em> sherlocked. My boyfriend gave it to me which was so cute :)<br />
2.<strong> Mach dieses Buch fertig</strong>. This is the German version of Wreck this journal. I started it today and had so much fun (although I accidentally almost burned the entire book). It's so cool, and if you haven't done one yet, go get one! It's worth it and it definitely inspires you to be more creative.<br />
3.<strong> Endless river by Pink Floyd</strong>. Oh my, Pink Floyd! Truly genius. There's only one song with lyrics on it, and the songs kinda blur into another - endlessly, you know? It's so beautiful.<br />
4. <strong>Faust</strong>. The most famous and perhaps best German play by Goethe, recorded in a great theater near my hometown. I love theater, so that's amazing!<br />
5. <strong>A book about Salvador Dalí</strong>! Art! Yay! There are some ridiculously funny anecdotes collected in it, among with a lot of paintings.<br />
6. THIS IS A PIZZA PILLOW. My sister is a genius. She made it by herself!<br />
7. <strong>Giant, extremely cozy and fluffy shirt</strong>. This wasn't a christmas present, actually. It was a gift by the lovely people of Bayrisches Fernsehen (Bavarian TV channel) who did a TV thing about me! I WAS IN TV. You got me? In TV. Me. And my blog. So if you have always wanted to see me talking, walking, awkwardly smiling - this is your chance. You can watch it <a href="http://www.br.de/mediathek/video/sendungen/frankenschau-aktuell/bloggerin-heustreu-mode-100.html" target="_blank">here</a>. It's in German, obviously, but anyways :) There's Bowie music in the background! <strike>I look better in real life</strike>.<br />
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I have been blogging for two and a half years now and still did not manage to take nice outfit pictures! It's always pretty awkward. And this white door accidentally got my trademark. I swear, there's not a single white wall in our house where you could get a nice neutral background!<br />
I wore clothes today. Namely, my beloved Rookie shirt. Unfortunately, it has holes and stains which won't fade after washing it approximately three hundred times. I still cannot resist wearing it, of course! The black skirt is actually a little black dress. I can't tell where the tights are from. Black tights are always just there, sort of. Then they rip and then they are mysteriously there again. At least it's like that with me. I kept the entire outfit pretty simple and clear, to draw attention to my socks. Avocado socks, my pals. I love food. I ordered them a few weeks ago in a lovely store called <a href="http://thesockdrawer.com/" target="_blank">the sock drawer</a>. It's the cutest online store on the internet, I swear! They wrapped it all cute with yarn and wrote a thank you note for me. I ordered three pair of socks, all of them will appear sooner or later on this blog. I'm quite obsessed with cute socks, I have two pairs with pandas and one with unicorns and frilly ones et cetera. Aren't avocado socks the best invention ever?!<br />
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Look at this, so cute!<br />
Well, I hope you're all fine.<br />
I'm the worst at writing a proper end for a post.<br />
Sorry.<br />
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Lots of love,<br />
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Hey lovelies!<br />
Life's crazy. Ever since I have been featured on Buzzfeed.com in this "teen style icon" post, I can't even tell you what's happening. The local newspaper wrote an article about me and my blog (page one, guys!), featured me on their website and boom, that was my official "outing". Most of my friends knew about this blog, bu I've always enjoyed how anonymous the internet is - now everybody, like, everybody knows about my blog. And actually, people are being really lovely! I've got tons of positive feedback and supercute compliments and congratulations. But it's not over yet - I'm doing a interview <i>on the radio</i> this week, and a entire photo set plus interview with another magazine! I almost feel famous, it's so weird (in a freaking awesome way!).<br />
Besides that, school kinda sucks. Because of the overwhelming amount of deadlines and pressure I am basically stressed all the time. To get rid of the constant worries (such as: I messed up this important test. I am going to mess up the next important test tomorrow. I won't get a job. I'm not even able to live on my own.) I'm trying hard to get more of a I'm-young-I-don't-care-attitude. So what could be a better soundtrack to my life than Kurt Cobain's wonderful voice?<br />
My family gave me a Nirvana album for Christmas last year, which I lost and found again in my room like two weeks ago. I've been listening to it constantly since then. Most people say listening too much Grunge music makes you unhappy or depressed, angry or aggressive - in my case, it's just the other way round. Nirvana makes me feel strong, vigorous and invincible, even happy, to be frank. I'm not able to put it into words as great as Kurt himself: "Punk is musical freedom. It's saying, doing and playing what you want. In Webster's terms, 'nirvana' means freedom from pain, suffering and the external world, and that's pretty close to my definition of Punk Rock." . I mean, freedom is the thing you should search for in music, shouldn't you?<br />
But the pure music of Nirvana is not the only reason for my current Kurt-Cob-session: in fact, I bought The diaries of Kurt Cobain, which is a book with the collection of diary pages and the German translation (for times when I can't read his handwriting,haha). I think it's amazing to read the diary of another person, especially of a person that interesting as Kurt Cobain! It's like a glimpse inside his head. His writing is extraordinary shocking and wonderful, his letters tell so much about him and the notes for song lyrics are <i>incredible</i>! I'm obsessed, which you can probably tell from the fact that I am hugging a book.<br />
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I'm proud of you if you read all that, haha. Well, for those who are here for Fashion,<br />
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Needless to say, my outfit is grunge-inspired. Of course I could not resist the urge to wear a flower crown I made this summer. I also wear two shirts - layering extreme. I liked the idea of clashing two different tartan patterns, so I chose a thrifted jacket-shirt-thing in dark green and a shirt a good friend of mine gave me (not forever, sadly. it's so cozy and comfortable and soft and grunge.). And as the ultimate key style of the Grunge era included a lot of flannel tartan shirts, I think they fit the theme quite well! I am wearing one of my favorite T-shirts underneath the layers. It's beautifully printed with the different phases of the moon - I bought it on asos in the men's department for around 10 euros, I think, so it was quite a good deal.<br />
The pants I'm wearing are from Zara (I'm so short, Zara's pants are the only ones fitting me, seriously.) and are high-waisted. I am pretty obsessed with high-waisted jeans, actually! The boots were a gift from my lovely boyfriend last Christmas and are my ultimate go-for on bad days as the holographic texture projects tiny rainbows on your feet and what on earth could make one happier than this?<br />
I also wear my beloved black lipstick and the bracelets I could never put off.<br />
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Wow, that was a lot of raving in one post. But how couldn't I?<br />
Anyways, I love connecting music with fashion, so I hope you like this post.<br />
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You're wonderful.<br />
Lots of love,<br />
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Hello lovely people!<br />
I've got literally so many posts scheduled, but I can't find the time. But, well, today's one of my rare blogging days. I was inspired by psychedelic, autumnal stuff. I can now proudly call myself an expert of the Hippie culture, especially of Woodstock - I had to write a fifteen pages paper for school about it. It was actually quite interesting and fun to do the research (now that's a surprise!). I listened to a lot of Woodstock songs and can't get rid of the catchy tunes in my head, but I don't mind at all.<br />
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I had to face autumn recently. It's still sunny here sometimes, but it's awfully cold. Therefore, I tried to dress in more ~autumnal~ colors. I kinda failed dressing properly for this season, though - I can't resist wearing dresses! I love how cozy they are. I admit I normally wear tights. But for these pictures, a pair of black tights seemed to harsh combined with the bright colors I am wearing. Well, I have to wait a few months to finally wear this outfit outside for longer that a ten minute photo shooting.<br />
I am wearing my favorite dress of all times - it was a gift from my dad almost a year ago. I love it's colors and the lovely print, in addition, the fabric is super soft and cozy. The crochet jacket is from a store around here, they sell so much cute stuff but I can almost never afford their garments. The shoes are from Tamaris and have been my loyal companions this summer as they are incredibly comfortable!<br />
The necklace was sent to me by the lovely people from <a href="http://punkypins.com/" target="_blank">Punky Pins</a> (thank you again!). They sent me a package with a lot of cute jewelery and I was so happy about this necklace! I love daisies :) I also own matching daisy earrings now. You should definitely check out their store! They're cute and independent and everything is handmade.<br />
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I'm - again - sorry for almost no posts on this blog, but as said above, I have many posts scheduled and I WILL eventually post them all. But just in case, if you really miss me (ahem) you can follow me on Etsy. I'm pretty active there and am going to sell a few other zines soon in my shop. <a href="https://www.etsy.com/people/marythefreak/favorites/" target="_blank">Here's</a> the link. I also made a little wishlist (it's christmas soon, folks, and I'm sure you want to send me stuff - I'm broke... as always.).<br />
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1. <a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/152314966/fox-face-batwing-top-bone-jersey?ref=favs_view_16" target="_blank">Fox shirt</a><br />
2. <a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/190336954/the-royal-tenenbaums-a6-notebook?ref=favs_view_21" target="_blank">Royal Tenenbaums Journal</a> (I LOVE this movie. Wes Anderson forever!)<br />
3. <a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/188106002/celestial-sun-navy-blue-wool-70s-80s-90s?ref=favs_view_10" target="_blank">Backpack</a><br />
4. Moon earrings (sold, sadly.)<br />
5. <a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/180675592/growing-heart-pendant-preorder-heart-of?ref=sr_gallery_1&ga_search_query=Growing+heart+pendant&ga_search_type=all&ga_view_type=gallery" target="_blank">Growing heart necklace</a> - isn't this AMAZING?? YES IT IS.<br />
6. <a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/thecarboncrusader?ref=l2-shopheader-name" target="_blank">Even artichokes have hearts pencils</a> (sold, too - but the shop has some other lovely stuff)<br />
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I'm procastinating the entire time and this post took me about three hours. I should really do some school stuff now.<br />
Thank you for reading!<br />
Lots of love,<br />
Mary<br />
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PS: I HAVE BEEN FEATURED ON BUZZFEED (they used my photos without permission, though. that's not nice) IN ONE POST WITH THE DAUGHTER OF OBAMA? I guess I'm famous :D<br />
See the post <a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/mackenziekruvant/teen-fashion-bloggers" target="_blank">here</a>.Birdie wears a tiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11652204129353430435noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016429603330059381.post-62470892075606944362014-09-30T11:51:00.000-07:002014-09-30T11:51:30.565-07:00You say it's me, I say it's you - who can blame us for thinking the way we do 'cause we don't care what we are.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hello people.<br />
I'm kinda rediscovering my love for Harry Potter. I can't wait to tell you why.<br />
I SAW DANIEL RADCLIFFE! Like, you know, DANIEL RADCLIFFE! For real!<br />
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The story behind the picture is better than the picture itself, though.<br />
From the start: I was in London with my boyfriend (hello!) this summer! It was amazing. London is such a beautiful city, it's so vivid and artsy and awesome. We stayed there for six days, which was too short to see everything and long enough to get a cold in the rain (English weather, I guess!). After we had seen most of the typical touristic sights, we went to the m&m's world. I love m&m's so it was kinda the perfect place to be. When we went outside again, we noticed a crowd in front of a cinema - the rest is obvious. Daniel Radcliffe's so short, though! I could barely see him - but I did, luckily.<br />
We also went to the Harry Potter store at Platform 9 3/4, which was AMAZING. There were all the magic wands and the Hogwarts student uniforms and tickets for the Hogwarts Express and I can't stop raving about this store, basically! <br />
This is actually where I bought the T-shirt I am wearing. It was hella expensive, but definitely worth it. I'm in love with it, and people get quite shocked being like "why slytherin?! are you the evil one?".<br />
Besides this official Quidditch shirt I am wearing tights from H&M and a thrifted white shirt (the white collar). The shoes are so old, they're from some flea market and have glittery laces (I <em>had</em> to buy them!). The skirt is actually a dress I bought about two years ago at Modcloth, but I somehow never got to show it here. I like to wear it, though. And for the badass witchy Slytherin vibe I had to put on some black lipstick, of course.<br />
I have also been practicing spells to make this post seem authentic:<br />
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Harry Potter is awesome and not childish at all (I am still waiting for my acceptance letter to Hogwarts and therefore escaping all responsibilities in my muggle school). </div>
I'm blocking school out at the moment - which is quite bad for my grades, but hey, at least I have a Slytherin T-shirt!<br />
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Well, to all those "Why Slytherin?!" people: The house teacher of Slytherin is Severus Snape. And he is, undoubtedly, the best character in the Harry Potter movies/books. Therefore I am a Slytherin.<br />
Oh, and have you seen Emma Watson's speech about feminism? I loved it, it was so true. She's a queen.<br />
Watch it <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p-iFl4qhBsE" target="_blank">here</a>, if you haven't already. Anyways, I suppose I'm finished raving now (I could go on forever, but I'm procastinating right now...)!<br />
I hope you enjoyed this post!<br />
Love,<br />
MaryBirdie wears a tiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11652204129353430435noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016429603330059381.post-61805639322623617672014-09-16T10:01:00.000-07:002014-09-16T10:01:24.929-07:00They've all got roles and plots and gears, they have for years. Train is running around in my brains, rain is flowing around in my veins, tears are running down my face.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In addition to school, I am a member of three theater clubs, want to do some blogging and art and have to apply to literally tons of stuff. So I'm going to live on caffeine, but that's fine!</div>
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This is a photo set my sister and I did today. We went to my primary school, which is closed now making me feel a bit nostalgic, and to the playground next to it. It just occured to me that I'm not even allowed to go to playgrounds anymore, it's only allowed to play there until you're 14... that's not fair. I love swings. </div>
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Concerning my outfit, I am going for some Enid-Coleslaw vibes, as I really relate to the whole movie Ghost World strongly. I get that suburban sadness thing. But somehow, it has a certain aesthetic. Furthermore, Enid is the best. Look at her, she's amazing! The entire movie is, actually.</div>
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I am wearing a giant flower crown I made a few weeks ago. It's HUGE, I tell you. HUGE. It's pretty confusing sometimes, though: most people stare at your head instead of looking you in your eyes when you're talking with them. I thought of Enid's white crown, and, to be honest, a flower crown is obligatory! The skirt (I have been longing for a skirt like this for ages, I love to color!) was sent to me by a friend. The vein tights went perfectly with the outfit - unfortunately, they're ripped and I can't wear them anymore besides for taking pictures. </div>
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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 <i>in my life. </i>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 <i>the real life</i> 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.<br />
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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 <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E2MHBoWlhWU" target="_blank">this poem</a> of hers.</div>
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This is Pippi Langstrumpf, or at least, she's supposed to look a bit like her.<br />
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(insert elegant way to change topics here). The lovely people from <a href="http://hicustom.net/" target="_blank">HiCustom</a> offered me to get something from their shop for free and I was so happy about that! At
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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!<br />
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Birdie wears a tiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11652204129353430435noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016429603330059381.post-91095122783207008472014-06-17T08:11:00.000-07:002014-06-17T08:11:27.379-07:00As 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!<span style="font-size: x-large;">A tribute to Robert Plant</span><br />
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Stop whatever you are doing right now. Click on <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uiLKT5rPHBA" target="_blank">this link</a>. 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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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<br />Birdie wears a tiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11652204129353430435noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016429603330059381.post-9702501938761554722014-05-05T09:38:00.000-07:002014-05-05T09:45:29.179-07:00I don't know but we were so fly and so full of cheese, man we got on our cheesey pizza feast. Pizza party tonight!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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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 <i>not</i> 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.<br />
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!<br />
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?<br />
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Right now, I'm listening to <a href="http://theaquadolls.bandcamp.com/track/pizza-party-tonight" target="_blank">Pizza party tonight</a> 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.<br />
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This AMAZING patch is available <a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/154832058/pizza-not-patriarchy-patch" target="_blank">here</a> and I LOVE IT SO MUCH I NEED IT.</div>
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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.<br />
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.<br />
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I MEAN HOLY SHIT THIS IS A PIZZA CAT?!?! THAT'S TOO AWESOME FOR THIS PLANET.<br />
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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.<br />
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Lots of love.Birdie wears a tiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11652204129353430435noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016429603330059381.post-6140704252879714992014-04-01T06:13:00.000-07:002014-04-01T06:42:08.828-07:00So 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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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.<br />
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Now to something completely different. It was my birthday on the 19th of March! <span style="font-size: large;">Sweet sixteen</span>! 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.<br />
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I hope I didn't bore you as much as school bores me, and I hope you'll have a great day.<br />
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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.<br />
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.<br />
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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 <a href="https://www.etsy.com/de/shop/Marythefreak?ref=shop_sugg" target="_blank">Etsy</a>. 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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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 --><a href="https://www.etsy.com/de/shop/Marythefreak?ref=shop_sugg" target="_blank">Mary the Freak on Etsy</a></div>
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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.</div>
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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!)</div>
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<br />Birdie wears a tiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11652204129353430435noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016429603330059381.post-56362506985197058922014-02-03T09:12:00.000-08:002014-02-03T09:12:22.471-08:00Her 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.<br />
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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.</div>
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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 <a href="http://stylewandering.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Style Wandering.</a><br />
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 <em>actual</em> life.<em> </em>I just wish I had more time to think and to create, more time to read because I feel almost unhealthy without art. <br />
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 <em>what</em> others think of me. Though, I wanted to provoke and seem like an individual and be individual<em> </em>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<em> </em>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).<br />
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.<br />
<em>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.</em><br />
<em>- Eva from Style wandering</em><br />
Yeah, shut up, stupid me, you'll never put it into words as Eva does.<em><br /></em><br />
Wow okay, you deserve an oscar or something if you were in school today and still had the nerves to read that.<br />
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Lots of love, my dear readers,<br />
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Mary (takes a bow)Birdie wears a tiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11652204129353430435noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016429603330059381.post-22395832050657111262014-01-14T11:10:00.000-08:002014-01-14T11:10:00.110-08:00I'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!<br />
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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 <a href="http://bobblyrainbowsocks.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Flower</a> put something in words which I couldn't:<br />
<i>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. </i><br />
This sums up everything in a great way. It's really weird. <i><br /></i><br />
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. <i><br /></i><br />
<i>OKAY ENOUGH PHILOSOPHICAL TALK.</i><i> </i><br />
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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).
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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.
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Well, I have some good news for all of
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To blog at least 4 times a month. Let's
see how it works.
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Love,</div>
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