The Cinematic Orchestra- That Home
The Cinematic Orchestra- That Home
I suppose this would be the most opportune time to introduce myself and the idea behind this project, A Year in Vintage. I’m a 23 year-old fashion and retail addict disguised as a philosophy major. I love clothes, I always have. I always had insane outfits when I was in high school, and as a child I use to play dress up in my sister’s old prom dresses. Unfortunately for me I don’t exactly have the budget to be buying all the things I would love to wear. So the idea began to blossom. Boston has some great consignment, designer resale, and vintage shops so why not try to not buy any “new” clothes for an entire year. I’m also learning to sew, so it would definitely help motivate me to really focus on mastering the craft if I knew I couldn’t just run out and buy it. The decision also took shape the more I thought about how much I spent on different items, and ultimately the quality. I mean I have probably single-handedly brought H&M and Urban Outfitters through this recession and yet most of the items I buy end up barely lasting a month let alone the whole season. I need to be more conscientious with my spending, and I want to shop locally owned small businesses. I like to know that my hard earned money isn’t going to some corporate headquaters to be used as tissues by the CFO. So welcome to One Year in Vintage… I can’t promise I’ll make it, but I’m damn well going to try. P.S. This arrived on NYE, my very last new purchase of 2009. The Elie Tahari Jamie dress, however mine is gravel colored. I can’t seem to find my camera cord in the mess that is my post holiday apartment so you’ll all just have to wait to see it!
“I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger than reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I cannot transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.”
I’ve been clearing out my closet pretty seriously getting ready for January 1st and the beginning of this experiment. It’s sort of nice to get a handle on what I actually have, what basics I’m missing, or what I haven’t worn in years. I think the girls at Buffalo Exchange are sick of seeing me there, trading things in. I just have to get in the habit. The idea of not being able to buy anything new for an entire year is a bit daunting. I haven’t decided if shoes will get to be the exception. Shoes can really make or break an outfit and change the entire mood of a look. In any case, I’m excited to go home for Thanksgiving. I’m refinishing a vanity table while I’m there, and grabbing the four dress forms my mother has been saving for me. I’m excited to finally get all of that to the apartment. I like the idea of being able to plan out outfits in advance on the dress forms. It will definately help me stick with the whole thing.
Mascara. It is one of my favorite products, like makes the ‘trapped on a deserted island’ list favorites. It can completely improve your whole day, and make your face go from crappy morning to glam queen in a few solid applications. With this in mind I present my least favorite, waste of money, over-hyped purchase.
Somethings seem like a good idea. Spending $28 on mascara that is applied with a pretty amazing looking wand from a glamorous brand name seemed like one of them. Unfortunately, once I got it home I found myself picking apart my clumped lashes using a safety pin (not something I recommend to those with shaky hands.) To be fair I thought maybe there was just a learning curve with this, so I tried it for about a month. On the days when the application went well I looked great… for a few hours. I would catch my reflection a few hours later and discover that most of the product had deposited itself under my eyes. I looked like a crazy raccoon-eyed Olsen twin, which may be a good look for some people but not for me.
I wanted to love it, I really did. But like most of the relationships I’ve had, that I really wanted to work, it just didn’t. Not even a little. I’ve read the reviews on Sephora and some people love it, but I just don’t think it’s worth the money. Cute concept, poor execution. Zero Stars!