November 3, 2013. Los Angeles, CA.
Los Angeles State Historic Park
Hard Day of the Dead
In L.A., the weather being what it is and the entertainment industry pulling in good-looking people from around the world, there’s a lot of skin shown around town. So one generally wouldn’t think twice about seeing a girl in fox ears and not much else. But as I was walking back to my car and the number of the young and pretty increased, it was evident something was going on.
I asked a girl as I waited at a crosswalk. It was an EDM (electronic dance music) festival, Hard Day of the Dead. I didn’t have tickets but had fun meeting people around the festival. Including a scalper, a parking attendant, a few LAPD, local citizens, street team promoters, and of course, attendees. Mostly very very friendly.
I think if you’re into that sort of thing, it’s good to experience it while you can.
I have a dress that looks pretty similar to this. I tend to stop people who wear things I might wear.
Spotted her coming out of a cab. Thought the bone ink on her thighs looked cool.
My combat boots and mini skirt probably helped me blend in.
Pyrotechnics and LAPD patrolling the festival. Downtown was teeming with cops.
Oh dear god. So I’m drafting a cheongsam pattern to fit me. (I know it’s qipao 旗袍 in Mandarin, but is cheongsam in Vietnamese so that’s what I call it.) It is not easy. Finally got the fit kind of right; no bra or any support garments so it really is the construction there. So. Tedious. A lot of measuring and remeasuring and math. A lot of simple but repetitive math. Graphing, geometry, algebra.
reminds me of. Labs. Chemistry, physics, biology. Data sets that don’t freaking match. So you spend all damn afternoon running the experiment again and again and again.
Okay. I’ve cut non-toile fabric.
Ahem. Would have been a lot easier if it weren’t wool!
Burberry ankle boots. Black leather. Lace-up oxfords. Stiletto heels. These were the real deal.
Loved these. A half size too small. Also, not getting very much work, so it’s mostly camera shopping for me.
Generally think ankle boots are hard to pull off. Can show off nice ankles, unforgiving otherwise. If you’re tall doesn’t matter so much, but on a shorter girl, like me, it can make you look shorter. I wore skinny straight leg jeans in the other photo which I thought looked okay. Not a fan of “jeggings” with ankle boots. (“Jeggings” make me angry for some reason, kind of a pimple on the face of fashion.) Definitely not for flared jeans. Would work with long skirts, just nothing that hits mid-calf please, unless it’s bias cut. Mini skirts with stockings. Shorts.
Not that you have to go with anything I say here. Just my two cents.
Black leather and pony hair shoes. Lace-up point toe platform oxford. High-heeled stiletto ankle boots. Bore a Gucci logo, but I suspect they were very good knockoffs. I didn’t get them. Even used and fake, they were too much for me. Yeah, I crammed my feet into them with my cotton socks on, in a hurry, but they fit quite well and it was comfortable with socks on. Those are the Jacks kicked to the side that I wore in. I’m just going to label these kinds of posts under “fashion.”
Alexander McQueen, white and navy striped, point-toe leather pumps. One of the SA picks. Unemployed shopping. All I have are the pictures! Yes, I’m wearing a footie stocking; the insoles were a little grubby.
Nope, didn’t get them. Waiting for them to go on sale. Hope they’re still there. I have non-pretty feet, but the guy there had a blast putting me in all kinds of shoes (no, he was not being a perv; he plays for the other team). I asked him, “You’re from New York, aren’t you?”
“Yes! I was born and raised in Manhattan. How did you guess?”
“Uh-huh. I noticed most of the guys who notice my shoes are from New York (not that this happens a lot). Doesn’t matter about orientation or age or class.” L.A. guys seem much more casual. They notice my dresses more, or maybe my hair or something.
Anyway, every pair that he chose had every girl walking by drooling. They actually paused shopping and came over to watch. It was funny. Except I was very self-conscious. I have calluses, one foot with cracked heel, and bunions (that thing when the bone on the big toe swells, which is why I was looking for more forgiving open toe shoes). My feet are long and skinny and cramming them into shoes that are too short and wide, even when or especially in those ballet flats I used to wear constantly, cause problems. Oh, sorry if I spoiled the photos with that description. Anyway, that stuff didn’t really photograph for some reason. Or maybe it’s not as bad as I think.