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manila-based fashion blogger, sarah tirona does an easy street style look wearing a button up mini skirt from stradivarius
Taken for '52 in 2019 Challenge' group. Theme '50. Buttoned Up'.
This is a street performer near City Hall and Tower Bridge in London.
37566, LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA - Wednesday February 10, 2010. **EXCLUSIVE** Nick (left) and Joe (right) Jonas share a laugh after getting ice cream together in LA. Joe walked Nick to his truck and gave him a brotherly hug before departing. Joe Jonas, looking fashionable in his two-tone jacket and thick frame glasses, is seen wearing Nike high top sneakers. Nick, on the other hand, kept it more casual in an open button up shirt and shoulder bag worn with dark denim pants and black boots. Photograph: Anthony, PacificCoastNews.com**FEE MUST BE AGREED PRIOR TO USAGE** **E-TABLET/IPAD & MOBILE PHONE APP PUBLISHING REQUIRES ADDITIONAL FEES** UK OFFICE:+44 131 557 7760/7761 US OFFICE:1 310 261 9676
thursday, april 10:
- red-orange bow blouse: f21
- faux pearl necklace wrapped up as a bracelet: f21
- gray skinnies: uniqlo
- tan/cream perforated granny heels: ara by jenny
- cream belt: h&m
- not worn: brown flight bag, yellow scarf
Vintage 1980's khaki and black day dress with a button up bodice, drawstring waist, flared skirt, black piping, pintuck bodice, and side pockets! From DW3 fashions.
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37566, LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA - Wednesday February 10, 2010. **EXCLUSIVE** Nick (left) and Joe (right) Jonas share a laugh after getting ice cream together in LA. Joe walked Nick to his truck and gave him a brotherly hug before departing. Joe Jonas, looking fashionable in his two-tone jacket and thick frame glasses, is seen wearing Nike high top sneakers. Nick, on the other hand, kept it more casual in an open button up shirt and shoulder bag worn with dark denim pants and black boots. Photograph: Anthony, PacificCoastNews.com**FEE MUST BE AGREED PRIOR TO USAGE** **E-TABLET/IPAD & MOBILE PHONE APP PUBLISHING REQUIRES ADDITIONAL FEES** UK OFFICE:+44 131 557 7760/7761 US OFFICE:1 310 261 9676
These are from a Yo Gabba Gabba Themed Rave that Tight Crew put on at New World Laser Tag in Middletown, Ct on November 24th, 2009.
Flattering and classic, this Vera Ellen Top in Black will have your face framed in elegance. Fluffy ruffles around the tank straps flirt with your collar bone. A straight band across the bust with gatherings underneath provide a nicely framed look. Blouse unbuttons down the front and has smocking in the back to ensure a snug fit. Size small is 20" down the center of the back. Straps are about 14" long. 95% Nylon, 5% Spandex. Hand wash cold. Imported.
My Dearest Elise,
I hope this letter finds you well. I must tell you, I envy your freedom more than ever. Here at Aunt Matilde’s house, I feel as though I have stepped into another century, trapped within layers of fabric and rules as suffocating as the stiff collar around my neck.
Each morning, before I even dress, I must prepare myself to meet my aunt’s impossible standards. The first task is shaving—every inch of my skin must be smooth, flawless. I sit on the edge of the bath, running the razor carefully over my legs, ensuring that no trace of hair remains. The soap lathers thick and fragrant, a fleeting moment of indulgence before the sting of the razor reminds me of the ritual’s purpose: perfection. I must also shave under my arms, an unspoken rule that no one will ever acknowledge but is always expected. It is exhausting, Elise, to remove something that is simply a part of me, only for it to grow back again.
Then, the makeup. First, the foundation, smoothed over my skin to erase any imperfection, any sign that I might be human and not a porcelain doll. Powder follows, sealing everything in place, ensuring my face remains matte and expressionless, like an oil painting. My brows must be shaped, arched just so, filled in to precise perfection. My eyes—oh, how much attention they require! A delicate dusting of shadow, a sharp, clean line of kohl, mascara combed carefully through each lash until they look impossibly long. And my lips—never bare, never too bold. A shade of soft rose or muted coral, carefully applied and blotted, ensuring it remains understated but ever-present.
Even my nails, Elise, are not left to chance. A strict, neutral polish is required—no bright colors, no chips, no excuses. The tiny brush strokes must be smooth, deliberate, an additional layer of artifice I must maintain. By the time I am finished, I feel as though I have painted myself into someone else, someone my aunt approves of, but not someone I recognize.
And then, the clothing. You would not believe what I am forced to wear even in the privacy of my own time. A pristine white blouse, buttoned all the way to my throat, as if a single undone button might shatter the illusion of propriety. The fabric is crisp and unyielding, pressing against my skin, a constant reminder of my constraints. My collar—oh, Elise, how it chafes! It encircles my neck like a band of discipline, a symbol of my aunt’s unrelenting expectations.
Over this, I wear a grey pinafore dress, pleated and perfectly pressed, a picture of modesty and control. Its high waist cinches just enough to restrict any ease of movement. Each time I sit, the pleats fold stiffly around me, rustling with an elegance I do not feel. Every step I take reminds me that this is not an outfit made for comfort, but for obedience.
And then, the stockings—thin, dark, and wholly unnecessary for lounging indoors. They stretch tightly over my legs, a second skin that only serves to reinforce my confinement. The delicate weave itches if I move too much, yet I dare not pull at them, lest Aunt Matilde notices and scolds me for improper behavior. To complete the ensemble, I must wear polished black heels, their pointed toes an exquisite form of torment, making even the simplest act of walking a deliberate effort.
Even my hair, Elise, is not spared. It must be neatly tied back and covered with a headscarf, patterned yet dull, ensuring not a single strand falls freely. How I long to run my fingers through my own hair, to feel the breeze tangle it as it used to when we walked together along the river.
Every morning, as I fasten the tiny buttons on my blouse, I feel a piece of myself being hidden away beneath this armor of propriety. By midday, the weight of it all exhausts me, and by evening, I wish for nothing more than to cast it all aside. But I cannot. Aunt Matilde’s gaze is sharp, ever watchful, ever judging. She reminds me constantly that elegance is a duty, that discipline is beauty, that one’s presentation is a reflection of one’s character.
But tell me, Elise, is character truly measured in pressed pleats and stiff collars? If so, I fear I am nothing but a doll, dressed and posed to fit another’s vision. How I miss the days when we ran barefoot through the fields, when the wind played with our skirts and we laughed without care. How I wish I could sit comfortably in a simple dress, or—dare I even dream—trousers, with no fear of rebuke.
Please write to me soon. Your letters are my only escape, your words the only reminder that there is still a world beyond these carefully buttoned restraints.
Yours longingly,Clara
Essential Basics: White Button-Up Shirt & Cardigan
Basic pieces are the foundation of every great wardrobe. I live it. My dolls live it.
The model is my newest addition and muse: She Has Everything Erin.
Country cute meets chic in the Williamsburg Girl Top. An olive colored shirt sports thin navy and white stripes with burgundy cross-stitching. Bright needlepoint flowers add a burst of color and simple snap buttons secure the center. You'll love this wild west flair with big city kicks. Small measures 23.5" down the center of the back. Sleeves measure 23" long. 100% cotton. Imported.
i love my new heavy gray winter coat from hairy mary's. it has an attached scarf that snaps in the position shown.
also, i need to cut my hair.
taken by holly!