Showing posts with label guest appearance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label guest appearance. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Tatianna, Age 17

Fellow Jersey native/fashion blogger, Danielle Villano, brings us this week's guest post about a girl who knows exactly how to stand out in a crowd.  A picture of lilac girlie-ness herself, Villano's own blog Love and Look Pretty showcases all the "sweet, simple, and fun" delights that make this 20 year old creative writing student's world go round.  A fan of blogs like Delightfully Tacky and A Life In The Fashion Lane, Villano admits to not being able to live without her sheer black blouse by Lush ("I love it tucked into jeans or paired with leggings and a black bandeau") --- and when you're counting down the clock till the big 2...1..., love (and life) looks pretty darn good! 


Tatianna Patil, Student, Winter 2007

     She is waiting for someone, outside of the library.  She’s certainly not from around here; her boots are not made for New England snow, and her lipstick is a harsh slash in her icy surroundings.  Still, she is warm, and we all gravitate towards her.
     Her eyes remind us of Shakespearean sonnets - the kind we’re forced to read in stuffy English classrooms.   The pink hue of her cheeks has us conjuring up verses of our own.
     

       Rosebuds in bloom, sweet milk-white maiden…   
        
     We scrawl odes to her in our composition notebooks as she blinks snow flurries off her long lashes.  We wonder who has left her standing outside for so long, but she doesn’t seem to be bothered by the weather.  Only occasionally does she glance at a watch on a slender wrist. 
     We wonder if she’s a goddess in disguise.  We wonder if she’s a snow angel, or a spirit of winter past.  We sit and ponder her comings and goings as the snow melts around her and, surely, it becomes spring.  We sit and ponder as the school bell rings, signaling class time, and we’re sent scampering like frightened rabbits across the green.


In Tatianna's Closet...
 

We Wrote Sonnets

Friday, December 30, 2011

Kelly, Age 26

Enjoy this post reprinted from a guest blogger appearance Anh Dinh recently asked me to do --- and be sure to check out tha-darlinh for even more fashion deliciousness from the Berlin-bred student. 

Kelly Mason, Bartender, Fall 1977
   
     Mama, this is all your fault.  You taught me to treat my heart like a vault.  Warned not to let bad boys crack the combination --- or good boys open it for my own validation.  If true love is a such a "jubilation", then why ... doesn't it FEEL like it?       
     Only you can fix this.  Somewhere in that sewing basket of yours, find me a hook to reel in what's scattered of the heart that he shattered.  Truth is Mama I'm all at sea; and some miserable dark tide will soon carry away, all that is here remaining of me.
     So hurry Mama.  'Cause I'm thinking real hard 'bout taking, every last pill for the things that are making, you sick.  My champagne days have all ended --- caviar nights long gone.  Only you can give me a reason to go on.
     Yes, this is all your fault Mama.  Don't you dare blame me.  'Cause you taught me how to give love, make and receive.  But, there was never a lesson on how to deal when he leaves ...

In Kelly's Closet


In Kelly's Closet

In Kelly's Closet by thequeenknowsbest featuring clutch bags


*The quote above is a fictionalized account inspired by the people and fashion of a photograph found here.*