Blue

Something that takes me by surprise countless times is the use of blue in punk clothing and outfits and how well it works as a constituent shade of darkness. Once I at least sort out my funds of what will be spent on fun things and what must be saved, I will either buy a wonderful handbag that will serve me for years to come or I will be in the mood to finally buy a pair of creepers. I would probably be a little more enthused to buy some creepers once my leggings from Wowch come in the mail but for now I have my mind set on a good studded, black leather handbag. I'm also thinking of injecting some more blue into my wardrobe by wearing clear shoes with blue socks and denim shirts, but it looks like I'll need to make me mind up and prioritise- I can't possibly buy all the lovely items my heart desires at this moment in time.

Sometime last year (possibly even in 2010) Oyster Magazine featured a striking image of a girl with heavy black front fringe and a  gold-metal studded leather jacket- I thought it looked like heaven on Earth. An icier and cooler reincarnation of the same jacket has once again blesses us this time with silver studs and chic blue hair. I'd love to be able to stud things myself but I have seen far too many sub-par studded jackets and would prefer it be done right and with medical precision. I don't own a leather jacket myself and while they're not on trend prolifically at the moment I wouldn't mind having something with biker gang toughness to wear over my sweaters for university. It just feels so good being punk.

At this very instant I am watching David Attenborough's documentary on bears which features our friend the polar bear. I feel horrible and worn it today and a little blue myself- I think lethargic would be the best word since I've started my holiday for Mid-Semester break and need to revise over all the biology lectures, something which I'm struggling with. Were it not for the fact that I am such an over-achiever and I pride myself on my grades, I would love to curl up in bed with the laptop and watch Japanese movies and blog all day. This is but a simple reprieve from my busy study schedule in order to make time later in the week to relax- when I'll really need the rest and relaxation.

Another wonderful result of my rest from attending lectures is that I allowed my self ample time to scope out Tumblr and collect a few more photographs and images together and explore the Olympia Le-Tan blog. In the online world is a refuge of Japanese and mysticism, something I've been in dire need of for some number of weeks. The next week will be spent refueling my spiritual tanks and getting inspired once again to write and also commentate on collections. There's a great variety of new collections on Solestruck and other 2012 runway shows I can't wait to share with all of you.

My last holidays were spent in the company of aromatic, scented candles of Cherry Blossom and a near-obsession with fire and flames. While I don't attempt to spend my time again in such insidious conditions and with dark auroras abound, I wouldn't mind using them to spark a mood of romanticism- were it not for the fact my family will be home for the entirety of my break. It looks like I'll be faithfully enjoying the company of my new laptop and interactions with the keyboard instead...

While my father would be both abhorred and scarred by the image of such a beauty with blue hair, I love the modern and fresh take on models. I watch Britain's Top Model on and off when I can (the only region where I can tolerate their accents and challenges) and was delighted when a contestant for the show, Anastasia, received a makeover of pink hair. Whether you opt for luscious pink looks or something a little more close to the heart of the ice queen, I am certain that for a moment you will capture strangers' attention. With a great variety of streaking shades and colours that branch out from the scalp and culminate over tantalising bare breasts, I love the new and artistic nature fashion has been heading towards as of late.

I'm already looking forward to studying abroad and I think my mind has been swayed to either visit Japan for three weeks with my mother or study there as part of student exchange. I caught up with all the recent activity of my favourite Parisian designer who had been to visit the Miyazaki museum, feeding my own childish love of manga and the zoo as well as other adorable photos. I can't wait to press my ugly nose up to airplane windows as I touch down into foreign lands again and to go mental with disposable cameras to cement my aspirations, hopes and dreams within a strange city. There's inky black skies and flickers and streamers of light to look forward to on my own when I get out there into the big bad world.

While I had been keen to go on night time adventures in parks and finally engage in wild youth-filled exuberance I'm struggling to stay up at night due to me early morning routine and will probably hang around the house for the next few days over Easter. You often picture what your life is going to be, and plan what you want to become and no matter how much you want something within a single instance, by the time you get to what you plan for, you don't want it anymore. It's enough to make you blue when your mother wants your brother to buy his own house and he's playing video games starring batman instead.

 

I rather badly wanted to make today productive and do work and get on top of my study and feel an aching sense of tiredness, intermingling with accomplishment. I made a small dent into the lectures I need to review, watched an absolutely inspiring video of Tavi Gevinson's room and interview about her journey in fashion blogging and fragmented outfits and am now listening to covers of Lana Del Rey. Strong women and being strong myself usually cheers me up but I could kill for a coffee right about now... were it not for the fact it's nine o'clock at night. I hope everyone is having a cheery Easter.

 

Blue Hair

What better way to commiserate a blue mood then to ponder about the mystery of blue hair and all the wild and rebellious nature of hair dye? Sometimes I wish I had grey or white hair so that colour would take to it better and now that fantasy has only been cemented in my imagination with the contrast of grey/ brown hair and bright blue dip dyed ends against an old blue sweatshirt. This first image of the post is my favourite of the entire post, simply for the grunge factor and minimalist appeal of black nails and a simple jumper worn over the top. Long flowing eyeliner doesn't go astray either and the manner in which the photographic flash bounces off the shiny blue hair is really something to behold- it's what you imagine the sky in the desert to look like on a day that could potentially melt your face from your skull.

Compared to the wonderful world of pink hair, it seems that blue hair has many more shades available and used by fashion hungry girls and for some it's not enough to have blue hair but their ends need to be in a soft purple tone too. As beautiful as the mass of her shown above is in its contained world of perfect curls you cant sustain a healthy head of hair in this colour with curling for long and it's only a matter of time before it becomes dry and tired. Unless of course it's a wig; in which case the hair will last forever and you should only worry about straightening it to fit your pretty little head.

I adore being able to dress in black socks and shoes as well as black jumpers with contrasting white crisp collars poking out, but when sporting dark hair that falls around the face it can look a bit artificial. What could be better than having brightly coloured and blue hair to offset all the boring and neutral tones of ones outfit and also emphasising a pale complexion? Well a unicorn would also be terribly fantastic but that may just be on the improbable and unachievable side of the scale compared to wicked style and hair the colour of a lagoon.

I know I've already featured this image once before on my blog but how can I resist leaving it out when conducting a special on blue hair? It's such an unusual and punk colour- apparently also the thing you can get suspended from high school for but since I am now off to university and other scholastic pursuits I am free to dye my hair any colour of my choosing and no one can really tell me off. I don't think I would be daring enough to wear a denim jacket with plastic black studs on the shoulders but its always nice to play pretend and think of what could be.

It's amazing what a packet of hair dye can do and change a person's look- while yellow isn't everyone's colour it looks great when contrasted against the blue dyed locks of this girl shown in profile and shrouded in her mass of hair. My favourite teen blogger Tavi Gevinson had a little fling with blue hair when her hair was a lot shorter- it slowly faded to a grey colour though without the maintenance and application of my blue hair dye to preserve the colour. That's at least one thing I can be thankful for when it comes to hair maintenance, I don't have to worry about roots or colour fading in unwanted shades.

In the true spirit of the grunge fuelled 90s, who wouldn't be impressed with blue hair and pink dip dye ends for good measure? While you may not get employed at a supermarket, there are some shops that cater for this sense of style and will readily employ you should you have the intelligence and appeal of a normal person. I suppose the hair is just an added bonus along with punk sense of style featuring cats and upside down crosses as so many people do wear these days.