life at sea.

pc: sea of shoes

i've grown pretty loathesome of all these young, hyper-fashionable bloggity It girls. it just gets tiring to keep reading articles about how "fresh-faced" and "trendsetting" they are. ahem. money can buy trends pretty easily. i've never been too impressed with the cory kennedys or peaches geldofs of the world -- they haven't really shown me anything, other than how far i could get if i had famous parents, or if i was fucking a nylon editor*. i could be a fashion superstar too, if i had bajillions of dollars and a photographer to document my outfits. truth is, nobody is really that interested in seeing me schlepping garment bags in vintage boots, or getting a drink spilled on my favorite blouse ("this is a forever 21 original, asshole!"), so i don't even bother.

that's why i like jane aldridge, the brain and feet behind one of my favorite blogs, sea of shoes. she's smart, witty, and she doesn't take herself too seriously. she's from a small town outside of dallas, and even though she doesn't have all the same access and exposure to some of the things that we city dwellers do, she manages to shop -- and dress -- better than most angelenos or new yorkers that i've seen in a while. her outfits are imaginative, yet still perfectly put-together, and of course, she tops every look off with an amazing pair of shoes. i mean, sick. this girl's shoe collection is completely out of control. i shed a little tear every time i see her closet. 

pc: the supermelon

i'm not going to go into detail about how badly i wish i could be jane, or the fact that i would die and/or kill to own just one pair of her shoes, because frankly, there isn't enough time in the day. let's just say that i wish i was that cool and well-dressed when i was seventeen (or, um, now, for that matter). jane seems so genuine and down-to-earth that i'm not even upset that she comes from an affluent background, and has a seemingly neverending supply of money with which to support her shoe fetish. jealous? suuuuure. but she doesn't seem the least bit entitled or famewhorish, so i am happy to envy her from a safe distance. that said, she better hope i don't find out where she lives. locks will be picked and shoes will be stolen.

*i'm not saying cory kennedy was fucking a nylon editor; we all know it was mark the cobrasnake.

mood music: cowboy junkies - sweet jane