Glass Slipper

Once again, another random comparison. These shoes look painful, and I'd rather wear Cinderella's glass slippers. I mean, look at those spiky icicle-y things along the shoe...

[Disney's Cinderella.! I miss those days when I had my very own Cinderella shoes. Except they were pink with fluffy feathers...glamorous, no?]

Can't Touch This

Just another thing I noticed..

John Galliano is amazing and all, but...

[MC Hammer and Disney's Jasmine]

Um..So I wonder what kind of music and movies John Galliano likes..

Polygamist Fashion Statement

After reading an article that was recently featured in many newspapers, I learned that there are so many small details in the clothes that the Polygamist women are wearing. Their dresses are obviously meant to be modest and to create unity. However, there's special stitchings in their dresses to protect the body and to remind you of your commitment, and their pastel colors represent femininity without coming off too boldly. What amazed me the most is that they never cut their hair, and they roll their bangs back without curling irons of any sorts (that's considered to be too modern). Imagine curling extremely long strands of your hair into ringlets without a curling iron!

This past week the women from the Texas polygamist compound have been constantly featured on the news, and not only does their story shock people, but their clothes stand out too. Could these clothes influence our modern-day fashion?

[photo from Elle.com] [photo; Associated Press]

Sea Urchin

So...what happens if you trip and you land in that awkward position where you're sort of on your side and your foot is sideways underneath you?

Someone was crying

A That's Hauttte Fashion original:

It was already nearing six in the evening, which felt more like midnight in the middle of winter. That was when I was taking a walk through the outskirts of the park after having had a typically horrible day. The park was a nice hideout for me, since it’s so small that none of the tourists ever come visit, and it was neighboring my house, which provided anything but peace in my times of trouble. Sometimes, I’d just sneak out in the middle of the night to take a walk, and avoid the commanding voices that would take over my life the moment I step into the boundaries of my parents’ property.

It took a while at first for me to hear the quiet sobs that echoed throughout the forest. I was too indulged in my own thoughts to really care about anything other than my own suffering mind. But eventually it did reach past the surface of my ears and into my head.

Someone was crying.

I tried to ignore the sounds at first—I had my own problems to deal with first. But strangely enough, no matter how far I walked, the sound just wouldn’t go. Eventually I made my way back to the other side of the park, planning to leave the place all together, but even then the crying didn’t stop resonating. Frustrated, I kicked a small rock beside me with force and watched it skid away into the distance.

As my eyesight wandered in the direction of the rock, I saw a faint glow hidden in the dense forestry of the park. Curiosity overcame my frustration, and quietly, I made my way toward the light. As I got closer, the shine became so magnificent that it took my breath away for a moment. What light could look so grand and beautiful?

Awed by the beauty, I walked slowly closer and closer to the light, and soon I could feel its warmth washing over me, relaxing my muscles. I felt like I was in a dream. But when I got close enough, the dream-like state disappeared quite suddenly as I realized what was producing such a godly aura.

A man laid on the ground, in a lifeless position, weeping quietly.

A layer of glowing light surrounded his figure, and his skin sparkled a bit, looking ever so surreal. He glowed the perfect shade of gold, so that it was easy to see him and doesn’t hurt the eyes. I bent down gently, as if my movement might disturb his beauty, and asked in a small unsure voice, “is something wrong?”

The weeping immediately stopped, but the glow remained. The man slowly lifted his head up and looked at me straight in the eyes. I felt naked and bare for a second, as if he could see my soul and my sins. Now that he faced me, I could make out his features clearly from the light he gave off. Something about him felt familiar; I felt a wave of nostalgia. But then he looked away and replied, “yes, there is something terribly wrong. I am lost, and I want to go home.”

The words that sound ever so childlike stung in my ears, melting my heart. His voice, thick and rich like his glow, felt like it was speaking directly to my heart, making its way through the thick cobwebs that have grown in my mind. After a moment of pause as I woke myself out of the trance he brought me into, I helpfully asked where he lives. The man gave me a look that showed disappointment, but he replied anyways, in a dismal tone.

“I live in your heart, but I am lost. I don’t know how to get there. Can you help me?”

It was then that I finally recognized the man. I was unable to identify him at first, despite being the one who knows him best. I suppose I haven’t paid attention to him for a while, for we aren’t as close as we used to be. He has definitely changed from the way I last remember him, but for sure, there he was, lying there pitifully on the ground at my feet: my soul.

Picture from Vogue [12.01.03] Photographed by Annie Leibovitz

Bangkok Fashion Week

There's so many international fashion weeks I've never kept up with, such as the Bangkok, Thailand fashion week. Pictures from Seattle PI

This is "KAI" by famous Thai designer Somchai Kawtong. The huge sombrero/rice-patty hats/whatever you want to call them made me smile so I had to put this picture up!

Closer detail. Look at the circle-y fringe/detailing that's under the dress. It really suits spring.

This isn't especially original and is a little bit too prom-like, but the cool draping and bubble hem made me give in to this dress. Is this color a purple, pink, magenta, plumeria, lavender, etc.? Whatever it is, it's a pretty color too.

Pink sombrero!

By "Hook's". If mermaids had fancy balls, they would wear that. Is that some sort of fancy swim-cap inspired hat? Interesting. I love how this picture captured its movement.

It's that hat again! This is just a cute little dress, but I like the black detailing it has.

By "Senada". So what do you think the wet slicked back hair means? Summer? I'm-Clean-Since-I-Just-Took-a-Shower? Casual? Mermaids? Oceans? Lakes? etc.?

I just noticed that she has blue lips! Then that narrows it down to a "I just stepped out of the freezing ocean!" look or a "It's summer! Blue raspberry popsicles are delicious" look.