MY PONY, RIDE IT

These Opening Ceremony x Dr. Martens boots are giving me blue balls for Fall. Nnnnngh, I can't wait to wear real gear on my feet and not have them immediately melt off the ends of my legs!

FIRE WEATHER WARNING

Guys! I hope you all had a good Solstice. I was too busy feeling bummed about my current relationship situation (read: troubling lack of diq) to do anything more mystic than my usual moon meditations, but I think this weekend my friend Dan and I are going to try to summon up some ritual spirit. You know, there's no need for 'fashion' when you're skyclad.



So dudes, I know I haven't posted anything in a loooooong time. Usually I don't have a good excuse for this type of slackery, but in my own defense, can I just say--bless me, it's summah! I haven't been that interested in style or fashion too much... my idea of summer dressing is basically just gigantically oversized t-shirts, the shortest cut-offs I can get away with, and billowy harem pants (gotta let my balls breathe). So I'm basically dressing like this Oak model 24/7:



(except I'm a lady) (love that Crowleian unicursal hexagram, though)

Anyway, if you want more evidence of my day-to-day magickal activities (not), feel free to check out my tumblr, Banji Realness. It's kind of more trashy-90s-hip-hop oriented than this blog (I guess this one's for the metal side of my brain), but there's some crossover when it comes to, uh, mystic crystal revelations and stuff. Oh, and Pokemon.

RAYON, SILK, OR MAYBE EVEN DENIM

I had to put this classically cheesy jam on right after that last post... I guess I can't not post it.

AT LEAST TWO PAIRS

Although I'm usually a silver person, since the beginning of summer I've been adding more gold to my jewelry regimen. So far I've invested in a few new pairs of earrings from the dollar and thrift stores down the block.



Not pictured are my classic bamboo bangers (all you 'round the way girls know the ones I mean) and a pair of simple gold hoops with little telephone charms. Although I'm pretty much satisfied with what can be scrounged up for $.99 apiece at the Family Dollar, I'm still tempted by the tacky vintage splendor of gaudy earrings past: these two are from Etsy store The Moon and the Sea...





And this vintage Kenneth Jay Lane pair--literal doorknockers!



I don't really wear rings, but I love seeing people with a handful of them on. This Kemetic style would be a knockout among some big turquoise stunners.

CLAP YOUR HANDS

My Thursday is all about this video. Who are these people, all vigorously working Tadashi/Esprit realness? Check out that hot-pink crop top and matching Barbie shoes.









Not to mention this guy:




Now believe me when I say it's even better in motion. Sia, Diplo, and about fifty yards of stretch bandage material, together at last.



Thanks Christeric!

PULP HOPE

There's been a lot of talk on blogs, websites and magazines about the 90s/millenial revival that's showing no signs of slowing down just yet. Amanda of Is Mental (possibly the best style blog... ever?) in particular has posted some great remembrances of things past recently. But for me, nothing brings back those sweet n' sticky summer memories of junior high quite like Paul Pope's comics.









Paul Pope draws the cutest girls ever--the kneesocks! the full lips! those skinny 90s eyebrows and chunky-soled shoes!--and not only are they gorgeous space-age cartoon cuties, they also fight the bureaucracy on Mars. You know, with robots. And also make-outs.



If you haven't already read THB, Heavy Liquid, P City Parade, Escapo et al, check them out immediately--and even if you're already a fan, I think it's time to reread some of these classic gems. And even better, get them right in time for Free Comic Book Day!

SUMMER BUMMER

One more note about potential summer gear, as I continue to watch the rain run down my window... this neoprene bralette by Alexandra Cassaniti might be headed to the top of my wishlist. Love that Klein blue, the reversibility, and the way it'll totally protect you from any coral reef-related tit injuries. This is probably as versatile as a surf-inspired bra top can get.