just light on negatives

jenni kayne antonio beradi

prada

rag & bone

abaeté

bibhu mohaparta

rachel comey

happy vday!!
i almost killed the pc doing this but i love you guys too much and miss blogging a lil bit ngl. so heres some runway stuff, and a song i can't stop listening to.

i'm off to vancouver tomorrow. i have an appointment at the ~apple genius bar~. hopefully they can hook me up with a working hard drive.
back to you, airy.
love love love
b.

you should know who this is by now.

i have no words in regards to this man. i cannot explain how much his music means to me. by the way, these are only of a few of my like 1.5gb folder of oberst/mogis/mystic valley band pictures. loove.

i feel dizzy

you won't be able to read it, but you can sure click it to enlarge. even though i usually love winter so so much, i find myself wishing it was summer again just so i can be busy. so i made a playlist of songs that were played nonstop over the summer or that just reminded me of summer. breezy is the top song, by conor and the mystic valley band live at 400 bar, it oozes memories. others include modest mouse, the brian jonestown massacre, and all the holy fuck my itunes can handle. ps peeps, i am getting sick (stupid blond friend, i'm not naming any names) so even though i can't really afford to miss school (exams the week after this one), i may be making numerous posts a day out of boredom/death. xx

appreciation

i would just like to take a post to talk about conor oberst. as you can see from our blog breezy and i are fanss (honestly if i wasn't in school, i'd be a groupie HAY BB HAYYY). i don't feel the need to post all the songs i love from bright eyes (because my c.o. playlist has 244 songs), but i think you get the idea. this man is just ridiculously talented. he started to play guitar when he was ten, eventually starting to become serious around the age of thirteen. i find conor to be a ridiculous amount of inspiration, and hope to see him live sometime in my lifetime. infinate x's and o's. -a

laces

mixologies, faking fashion, net-a-porter

i kind of want to drown in black/white/cream lace.

airy named her flickr after this song, but i've never actually listened to it today.
bright eyes - poison oak

love, b.

do you know there are spaces open and wide?

salvador dali and anna karina

i'm on a bit of a sad music tear. i am very sad that i was too young when conor oberst was an angsty teenager/20 something.

bright eyes - the joy in forgetting/the joy in acceptance

the second half is what gets me, but it wouldn't be as striking without the first half.
i'm kind of bad at the fashion part of this blog expect for posting pretty pictures. but thats because most fashion is so boring and inaccessible and i don't have a good camera to take pretty pictures of my own

b-rz

franny, you're human too.

well i guess if breezy did it i should too... man, if i used that as my motto life would be a whole lot more... hyper. my name is arienette, no it isn't my given, or some people call me 'the girl whose boobs fall out of her shirt all the time'. i really wish i was interesting, i really do.. the truth is, i'm not. i very rarely go out to parties, and i hardly ever do school work. i guess you could say i'm a regular holden caulfield. music is seriously one of the most important things to me. i'm mean and sad and stupid and rude and on the occasion charming/nice, plus i take too many mental health days. people don't expect me to be nice, but i usually am when i'm tired. i tend to get stressed out over the simplest of things. i cry and scream and then i'm normal again. i don't usually talk to a lot of people and i only really pretend to listen because, well, i hate my school and the people there. i wish i had a song written about me other than a stupid rap or one taken out of a phone conversation. i guess just want someone to love me.
location: bc, canada
M-U-S-I-C: conor oberst/bright eyes, jim james/my morning jacket, m. ward, beck, SMASHING PUMPKINS, wilco, radiohead, the velvet underground, bob dylan. those are my painful favourites, the ones i nearly cry to when i listen. i occasionally listen to rap too.. i have such a twisted taste of music.
oh, my social life disappears when i devour a good book: the catcher in the rye, raise high the roof beams, carpenters, seymour an introduction (basically all salinger), franny and zooey, creature(although that's more of pictures), shakespeare, nietzsche.
my life consists of: skipping school for hot chocolates on dreary mornings, photography, fashion of sorts, reading. music is lovely. i like work on slow days, the ones where i get to do absolutely nothing and still get paid. i enjoy the people i work with. swinging under the stars on a drunken canada day. fireworks and not fighting. pyschology class. cynical people. sexist jokes(mm. here's one: woman's rights!). not being recognizable. seeing a significant other after a long time of being apart(or just reunions in general). cute crushes. bailey's in the ol coffee.. what? various beverages. stupid three second conversations, although at the same time i hate those. i long to be accepted and loved by everyone, and at the same time wish everyone would just leave me alone so i can zone out and read.
they said it best
akron/family- franny/you're human
atmosphere- always coming back home to you
smashing pumpkins- ugly
smashing pumpkins- mellon collie and the infinite sadness
m. ward- undertaker
my morning jacket- nashville to kentucky
xoxo -a.

she caves

so, readers (we have comments! you actually exist! yayyyy) you may not know our real names, or see our faces, but that doesn't mean you don't have to know about us! so heres a little intro post i never got around to because i get so distracted by pretty editorials and neutral milk hotel songs.

WHO AM I??
i am breezy callahan or rose wallace goldaline or that name they call me in real life... i'm arrogant and so happy and unaffected and introspective and witty and occasionally charming and sad ocasionally too. i've never had a boyfriend and this is apparently a big personality flaw for me. i crave deepness and intelligent conversation but i'm also very shallow. i have more empathy and love for the world than i can speak but i also mock-hate very many things. i make mean jokes. i like to think i listen. i am obnoxious. but i'm mostly just happy.
location
nowhere, british columbia, canada
favourite music
in order of soul importance
neutral milk hotel, bob dylan, conor oberst/bright eyes, tom waits, leonard cohen, the knife. bands that i enjoy a lot but are not my favourites: belle and sebastian, the animal collective, the velvet underground, modest mouse, radiohead, the microphones, the black heart procession
favourite books
jane eyre, franny and zooey, the golden compass, its kind of a funny story, the catcher in the rye.
favourite things
acting acting acting god tension on stage just makes me thirsty for life and art and co-operative creation and i can't speak how much i love it. sorry, just did some scene work and got good feedback and nothing ever feels so happy or real ^_^
blogging is good too, soy vanilla yerba matte lattes, the painting of jeff mangum my brain twin made me, fun at work, field trips, giddiness, dancing all night, my cats, fashion magazines and tea, high waisted skirts and accidentally ripped tights and my little black boots, my moleskine, gossip girl, boston legal and alan shore, jeff mangum's voice, conor obersts whispers and cries and bob dylans croaking, zelda: the ocarina of time, childhood flames, arienette, my brain twin, RK CB SC and RG, leather backpacks, my jackets, my triblend cardigan (but not american apparel per say), almost famous, v for vendetta, life.
quotes
"how strange it is to be anything at all"
jeff mangum, in the aeroplane over the sea

"for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis'
e.e. cummings

"The important thing is to not stop questioning"
albert einstein

"I will, in a minute, in just a minute. Why are you breaking down, incidently? I mean if you're able to go into a collapse with all your might, why can't you use the same energy to stay well and busy? All right, so I'm being unreasonable. I'm being very unreasonable now. But, my God, how you try what little patience I was born with! You take a look around your college campus, and the world, and politics, and one season of summer stock, and you listen to the conversation of a bunch of nitwit college students, and you decide that everything's ego, ego, ego, and the only intelligent thing for a girl to do is lie around and shave her head and say the Jesus Prayer and beg God for a little mystical experience that'll make her nice and happy."
franny and zooey

"Somewhere out there is the origin of all the Dust, all the death, the sin, the misery, the destructiveness in the world. Human beings can’t see anything without wanting to destroy it, Lyra. That’s original sin. And I’m going to destroy it. Death is going to die."
the golden compass

i am currently wearing a navy blue tank dress and big mismatched wooly socks.

ummmm that is all!
go obama!
bright eyes - four winds

love,
breezy

october

faking fashion

I don't know if i've ever talked about how much I love this editorial. It's my favourite, in the entire world.

breezy easy

faking fashion

I saw you walking once under powder blue skies
You looked cold still, your color was high
And I tried to talk to you, but you walked right by
I don't know which I said then, hello or goodbye
We all want to be pure
But it isn't a very easy thing now, is it
To do?

bright eyes - amy in the white coat

its not really my type of song but i enjoy the lyrics. hey airy, when it snows, can we have a photoshoot? its the most beautiful thing in the world.

breezy breezy breezy

because i have got nothing real just empty space to fill

It's all moving fast now, yeah
And that's what they say
And though some days still take forever
I can't disagree
Because it seems to me
That I wake up and sleep
Look in the mirror and have no idea
What happened in-between

winter is there waiting in the air to drop its icicle frostiness on my eyelashes and fingertips and skirt hem. i can smell the freshness in the air and see the dates fall off my calendar closing in on those lovely days where houses glow with lights and it's frozen all day long.

i am so so so so so ready . this a happy post. i also overwrite things sometimes, can't you tell?

i love you all,
breezy callahan

hey breezy!!

ok ok ok.
left: shirt; united colors of benetton, skirt; moms, tights; bamboo fibre(?), belt; ex-roomates
right: shirt; urban outfitters, cardigan; value village, socks; trading co.
and center: shirt; urban outfitters.
snappy was having a bit of a hissy fit so i had to use flash, apologies.
so i purchased the radiohead box set.. best $50.00 spent of my life. padraic and i went for a day trip on friday after bribing both ways. we did happen to see breezy too! love. i danced around buying this set but honestly, how can you say no to thom yorke's voice? but alas, i opted out. BUT GUESS WHO GOES AWAY THE NEXT DAY, my mom. after i threw money in her face, she agreed to pick it up for me, and 'lifted or the story is in the soil, keep your ear to the ground' by my beloved bright eyes. i also happened to get a tripod for my lovely snappy.

omgwtf its an outfit post! laura laurent

HEY
look
i wear clothes!!!
but my bra still anways. oh well.

but you should never be embarrassed by your trouble with living
because it's the ones with the sorest throats, Laura
who have done the most singing

love,
breezy