Sporting the New/ Not-so-new Trend.

Yeah. So I did the trendy hair trend that all the cool kids are doing now. I buzzed off the side of my head. Why? If you really want to know I was just bored. I'm crazy and spontaneous like that. So I now sport black hair that has been shaved down to it's fuzzies on the right.

How to:
I recommend going to a salon and having it professionally done. To avoid the potential mind shattering screams of "Holy shit. Holy shit. I just completely shaved ALL my hair off and not the intended single side." But. If you really wan't to get crazy, like me, take a buzzer/shaver (whatever they're called) and start shaving! Start with the sideburns first and slowly make your way up to the top. I parted my hair in the desired way that I wanted my hair to be shaved ^as seen above. That is how I also wear my hair. So it would make a hell of sense to shave it the way you want to wear it.

How to: Style
What I do is brush it with the long hair to the other side. Straighten or curl it, or whatever you prefer. I use Herbal Essences Tousling Spray Gel on the long side and run my fingers through it when I don't have time to straighten. And then use Garnier Fructis Sleek and Shine Anti-Humidity Hairspray at the roots and top to tackle the frizz. And then for the shaved side I spray a bit of the hairspray on and smooth it down to make sure it doesn't stick up.

-Chris

Pin-Up Inspiration.

Recently, like a month ago, I did a shoot with my bestie Kelly, the fashionista behind the lovely Kelformity (http://kelformity.blogspot.com/) and had the inspiration of pin-up style. YES! I have become so completely obsessed with pin-up lately you guys have no idea. So this happened:

Shirt: DIY'ed originally some crappy black T, that I made into a crop and punctured many lil' holes in.
Shorts: Urban Outfitters. Like 50 somethin'. Worth it? Idk. But they are amazing. Probably not for the price tho. Shoes: Aldo. Worth it? Hell yes! Also they were a present and I didn't have to pay for them so that always helps.

Who am I?

So this is my face. Figured I would show you all what I look like so you can get a sense of me.

I have a nose-ring. Also a septum piercing. 00 gauges. A total of three tattoos and counting. And I have died my hair so many god-damn times I have no idea anymore. I'll give you a look-see.

This is recent when I went to the hair dresser with black hair and purple at the tips and asked them to make me blonde (fyi I had been completely blonde before, but eventually I had to change it cause it started turning orange and dying). So they could only give me some highlights.

I like the vintage pin-up kinda look by the way. So cute.

Black with teal at the bottom which quickly turned into sea green with I liked but my mom not so much. Of course...

Black. The red was originally purple but it wasn't noticeable so of course I just HAD to bleach it some more and get red.

And this is probably the most close you will EVER get to seeing my real hair color. This was maybe 3 years ago???
Now as you can see I have plain black hair. Trying to actually let it grow cause' I want it to be long again. But I keep getting the naughty urge to bleach some parts in the front a light-caramel blonde.

Prologue

I kinda super procrastinated in writing this post. See, I used to write...a lot. And then, idk. I just stopped. I love fashion, hair, piercings, clothes, tattoos, lace, leather, sex, swears, music, nature and even the occasional depressing photos/ posts that have been plaguing my Facebook and Tumblr feed lately. I go to school. University. Tried Psych, then Art, then Nursing, and then after a brief but long-awaited suicidal breakdown I locked myself up in the hospital for a week or two. I snapped out of something, not sure what exactly, cause my depression still lingers and my anxiety continues to worsen and drain me. But, hey. I somewhat found myself. Now I'm back into art. What my life was once all about. Illustration is my main desired major. Hopefully getting a transfer into a near-by art school. Probably, going to get no-where in life and be undeniably broke but hey, a girls gotta' dream, right. I have a boyfriend, for the first time in like ever. And he gets me, why the fuck he is with me no one can ever know, considering I am a complete and utter train wreck. But he loves me. Which is nice. It's a nice feeling to love. Something I had never known nor thought I would ever know. Hmmm...what else. I'm just writing. I'm weird. Be warned. In a goof-ball, seemingly high all the time but not at all kind of weird. Clutsy at the highest level. And artsy. I'm artsy. My room is now a bright 'Peacock' blue. Candles are all lit and my brother just questioned whether I had been smoking a cigarette. Of course. But he never has to know. In 3 months I'll be 21. Never thought I'd make it in all honesty. But. So. Yeah. This is my blog. It's me. I need to start some sort of expression of self and am also using this as a starter kit into the world of art-nerd fame. Love me or hate me. -Chris