libby's people profile: Sky

after weedling and threatening and blackmailing i finally got my sister Sky to pose for a photo shoot modeling some of her favorite outfits. there were tantrums, there were tears (not really) and there were vicious battles over whose camera is better, but here she is...the one and only...
MEET MY SISTER!
she and I notoriously disagree on clothing. while i prefer vintage and odd things that are feathery or neon, she prefers more classy, sleek outfits. i asked her a few questions...
Libby: What is your favorite article of clothing right now?
Sky: my red shorts.
L: how do you chose outfits?
S: put on a pair of pants and a cami, and build from there.
L: what article of clothing do you tend to wear most?
S: Jeans, i admit it.
L: what kind of clothes do you absolutely loathe?
S: fake sequins, fishtail dresses...
L: sniff, like my graduation dress?
S: um.
{i punched her}
S: JEEZ! I HAVE A BRUISE THERE!
L: sucks. what else?
S: pencil skirts. i hate pencil skirts. i loathe pencil skirts. i detest pencil skirts. message recieved?
L: psh.

tut, tut. who uses the word loathe, anyway.

Sky selecting three outfits that (in my words) "best sum up her style, yet are still very distinct." she scoffed at me for cheesiness. i plead guilty.

#1:

Sky accesorized with some beads in her hair and red earings to add brighter color.

She inherited the thick Italian curls. They are sort of a thing of wonder to me.

#2:

showing off the fave red shorts...

#3:

this purple dress is probably my favorite thing that Sky owns. except for the red shorts which i will be stealing given the opportunity. that oppurtunity is probably never going to present itself given that she is reading this over my shouldar...

NOTE FROM THE MODEL:
i apoligize for any cheesy coments that Libby may have written. i assure you that i am sane by most standards and i am keeping my sister under close watch.                                                            
-Sky

tackling trends

Libby: Updated vintage

  

Kat: high-waisted skirt and crop-top

crinoline (libby)

once upon a time, crinoline was shunned from all society. although it was necessary to the contemporary fashion, people hid it from the world under their skirts. it was a difficult life for crinoline. then one day a fashion genius named Libby discovered it could be worn by itself. she became a star, crinoline was revered and cherished by the people and they all lived happily ever after.
the end.
ha ha. fooled you. i didn't actually want to look up the real history behind crinoline so i made my own up.
i have 3 crinoline skirts. 2 of them are the kind meant to be worn under other skirts or dresses to make them poofy like Elvis Presley's pompadour. more or less. the 3rd skirt i have is a ballet tutu, meant to be worn without anything over it. it has a more polished look to it, like it was really finished. those lazy dress makers.

UNO: chillin in my room. you'll notice all the calendars behind me are on the March page. that's because it is March. i collect calendars.



MF t-shirt, crinoline worn over a Donnelly's pleated skirt

DOS: this second one is the first crinoline i ever had. when i first got it it was like five times the size of me. it doesn't look as big on camera, but here are some shots of me frolicking about in this insanely warm weather (78 degrees? what???).

"Tra la laaa," i said. little did i know my foot was about to descend on the pointiest rock ever known to man.

and the crowd goes wild as she dips into an awe-inspiring - i give up. i don't even know what it's called.

the camera catches her right before she falls flat on her face!



TRES: a Cadillac Original skirt once belonging to my grandmother and a DKNY leotard. call me the Black Swan. who needs you, Natalie Portman...

actually, i do... i'm pitching forward....help me...

SUNNY/SNOWY/HURRICANE (Kat)

Spring unexpectedly showed up the other day while we were basket weaving during the final period of school. We frolicked about, and had our first ice cream. Needless to say, we were very exited. Two days later, we had a snow storm. And after that, a bit of rain. This is New England, we have weather.

The most fashionable option for surviving the elements is obviously the outfit pictured below. The XXL sized rain jacket creates a full, loose silhouette, and the pointy detachable hood adds a touch of garden gnome to any rainy day. The rain pants (not pictured) are baggy enough to rival any teenage boy's, and looks especially nice paired with Gucci stilettos. And nothing quite sets off anyone's complexion like this stunning shade of rubber-ducky yellow.

An Alaskan fisherman's costume for a play my dad was in

You just wait, this will be all over the runways next spring.

i am not ACTUALLY a punk rocker, i'm just PRETENDING. (libby)

this is why, here at IC, we LOVE IRONY!
you see, every once in a while (ok, about every day) i wake up and think, "i want to dress up as something today."
my clothes are like my costume. when i wear a pleated skirt and a white collared shirt, it's not cause i'm actually a preppy person. when i wear pigtails, it's not cause i am  purposely provoking Kat to murder an innocent bystander out of pure fury, it's because i feel like it.
i was inspired because i recently dyed streaks into my hair of sort of pinkish purple. now, enter stage left my punk rocker alter-ego. i call her Veronica. Okay, i just made that up on the spot.  (side-note: if you are reading this, and you actually are an honest-to-goodness punk rocker, please forgive me if i offend you. i really have no idea what i'm talking about here, and the simple truth is i just wanted an excuse to wear black lipstick.)

also, there is a minor possibility i am actually in fact just dressing "goth" (the origins of which technically come from the East Germanic tribe of Scandinavian whose two branches, the Visigoths and the Ostrogoths, played an important role in the fall of the Roman Empire and the emergence of Medieval Europe. The first recorded incursion of Goths into the Roman Empire took place in 238...but that's a story for another time.) 

so anyway. meet...VERONICA! (okay, never mind, forget the name. it's awful. just awful.)

coat: Divided by H&M, shirt: DKNY, shorts: Supré, lipstick: Fantasy Makers by Wet 'n' Wild

down by the Baie (Kat)

Once in a while, you might go to a different country. You will know that you are in a different country by the startling lack of your native land's flag, and that fact that they will no doubt be speaking a different language.
On Wednesday, I did just that: I went to Montreal Canada. As I may have mentioned, we have family there, and we go there a lot, mainly for the food, shopping, and more food. Since this is not a food blog, I will talk about the shopping:
One of the highlights of our hotel's location, is the fact it is just across the street from La Baie (The Hudson Bay Company). It's basically the equivalent of the giant Macy's in New York City, only everything is in both English and French, except for when it is just in French (which is most of it).
It has eight floors, and is so big that once my entire family got separated from each other on different floors, and it took us most of an hour for us to convene back together. There is a level for shoes and designer clothes. A level for kids and babies. And a level full of kitchen appliances and bedding and a man who will make you coffee from a fancy-shmancy coffee machine, and give it to you for free! Free, I say!
There are multiple escalators that go up and down, and you can never really tell which direction they are going until you get on one. Even then, you're not really sure what level they are taking you to. The entire setup is very entertaining, and it would all make a great place to hold a "Biggest Loser" relay race.

But nothing takes the cake quite like the first floor of La Baie. Imagine going thru the revolving doors (and then going around in the doors again, and again, and again, until too many people are  staring) and seeing a perfumes kiosks as far as the eye can see. Dozens and dozens of fragrance bottles, and dozens and dozens of ladies selling fragrances. As you walk down the main aisle, you are accosted by at least ten women brandishing bottles of smelly stuff. You are curious- the bottles are colorful- and as you stop by a counter you will have this conversation:

Saleslady: Bonjour Madame

You: er, Bonjour.

 Her: Souhaitez-vous pour essayer le nouveau Yves Saint Laurant Opium Noir? [do you want to try the new Yves Saint Laurant Opium Noir?]

You: ...Oui

Her: avez-vous quelque chose sur déjà? [do you have anything on already?]

You: ...

Her: Do you 'ave anyzing on already?

You: Oh! no, I don't.

This will happen several times, because these ladies don't really take no for an answer. By the time that you get to the handbags at the other side of the room you smell like someone from the Biggest Loser relay race knocked over an entire display, and you were at the wrong place at the wrong time.

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