My reasoning being that, while I have a passion of sorts for the inner monologue of fiction writers, I also have a tremendous addiction to Vogue, vintage heels, and yes (dare I say it)--Chanel.
I am not afraid to admit this blatant love for what many deem superficial, and here is another dose of my fabulous reasoning. Ahem: Though a fashion obsession/hobby may seem superficial and materialistic, the interest is secondary to my passion for detailed realism. The kind used in books, not in Vogue. The way I see it, my love for the holistic views reflected in books compensates for the materialistic tendencies of the fashion world. Rant. Commenced.
Therefore I am pledging to dedicate this blog (from here on out) to these two interests. In most blog posts I hope to level the playing field with some literary insight and some fashion critiques. And yes, there will be rants. Maybe, if the minuscule amount of people who actually skim this blog get lucky, I'll talk about music. But I mean really, who listens to music these days anyway? :D
So I'll begin with the fashion portion. I feel somewhat legitimate what with the graspable subject matter. I dedicate this first fashion themed post to my two most sought after fashion muses: The beautiful Emma Watson and the chic Zooey Deschanel.
My introduction to Emma could probably go without explanation: the bushy-haired, tweeny girl portraying Hermione Granger in the Harry Potter films. Yes, this is the first I ever saw of Emma, in her awkward stage of on-screen adolescence. However, I think the ridiculously evolved style she possesses nowadays is indirectly kicking the ass of every cynical, snotty girl that said she was "buck toothed" or "frizzy haired" in the Sorcerer's Stone. Emma Watson oozes class. Her style is sleek and sophisticated as she transcends the stereotype of her young age. Her recent Burberry campaign has earned her much well-deserved attention. Whenever I see her in Vogue, I make a note to study every article of clothing she's wearing. Though she, undoubtedly, buys all of her clothing in London for well over the normal budget of a well-to-do family in Dallas, I make a note of the look she is portraying. She is an inspiration for those of us who, as teenage girls, would rather look like sophisticated, older women than degrade ourselves while looking like immature children.
Next, I bring you the fabulous Zooey Deschanel. Still a budding actress, most people first saw her in Elf or maybe even Yes Man. However, she has been trekking her way through the ranks of Hollywood in cameo roles for quite some time. This relatively subtle presence in tabloids and movies is what makes her impact so extraordinary. In a very short amount of time, Zooey has become a household name in fashion. Her retro, 60's inspired hairstyle and large blue eyes have inspired countless girls (including myself) to imitate her effortless style. The shaggy, blunt bangs that shade her forehead help create the sense of aloofness she carries with her down the red carpet (the adorable vintage platforms don't hurt either). Zooey has a style that is all her own, as she perfects the art of mixing vintage clothing with upscale, designer pieces. A well rounded public figure, Zooey also plays in the band She and Him with M. Ward, putting her sultry singing voice on display. The question that weighs on every one's mind is "Is there anything Zooey Deschanel CAN'T do?"
If there are any males reading this, this is the SCROLL DOWN POINT. The point where I have finished gushing about fashion and will move on to discuss perhaps my favorite thing in the world: literature. I just realized how stuffy and librarian-esque that sounded. I like books. That's better.
Since I dedicated my fashion bit to my two most prominent fashion muses, I have decided to dedicate the literature section to my two favorite authors: JD Salinger and John Updike.
Alright indie kids, have at it. I have listed the somewhat infamous JD Salinger as one of my favorite authors. Though rather unprolific, Salinger has obviously left a huge impression on his readers (even if only through a novel and some short stories). In truth, The Catcher in the Rye is Salinger's only real novel. Others, such as Franny and Zooey and Raise High the Roofbeam Carpenters are combinations of stories that have been pasted together to form a coherent piece of literature. I'm sorry indie kids, but my favorite work of Salinger's is not the Holden Caulfield frenzy that is Catcher in the Rye. However, I grew very attached to a gluing of two short stories concerning the Glass family, a book called Franny and Zooey. Salinger wrote Franny and Zooey as two separate short stories that were submitted to the New Yorker in the 1950's. Both following the same story line, the combination serves as a wonderful view into the lives of seven child prodigies, mini Einsteins of their age. The book delves into their struggle to relate to "normal people" after their privileged upbringing. I would recommend this book to anyone. It might stop you from rolling your eyes at the mention of JD Salinger.
Finally, I close this hideously long post with an ode to perhaps my favorite author: Mr. John Updike. Strikingly different, yet very familiar to Salinger, Updike is an extremely prolific author. Updike has written well over twenty works of fiction. The similarity between the two lies in their psychological writing style. Both authors tend to dig through their characters, uncovering their inner workings and idiosyncrasies. Both have become critically acclaimed authors using human emotion as the prime subject matter. Updike, in particular, has written a poignant series of novels that feature a quirky and somewhat immature main character named Harry "Rabbit" Angstrom. The series of four books follows Rabbit, a former high school basketball celebrity, on a journey to find his place in the real world. Every thought John Updike twists into a personal emotional journey. The reader runs with Rabbit. I feel certain that I will gush more about these books in particular. For now, I leave you with a picture of young Updike and the regret that it is 1:00 AM, this post is eons long, and I am betting that maybe two people will read it. Oh what a tangled web I weave. Good night.
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