Glitter Makes You Taller

(#teenvogue T-Shirt c/o Off Our Chests|Jeans: Levis|Shoes c/o GoJane)

Let's just take a moment to acknowledge the perfection of these shoes, 

and the fact that they make me 5'9.

 I mean....glitter.

I've been searching for the perfect pair of sneaker wedges for SO LONG, and then I saw these, and was so excited I called my best friend and put it on facebook, so you know it was a big deal.

I have found that there is a major deficit of classy (read: not 6 inch platform pumps covered in craft store glitter) glittery shoes that you can actually wear in daylight. It makes me sad. But these are a Justina sized leap in the right direction.

I have taken to wearing them, as illustrated, with jeans and my favorite t-shirts, because the simplicity of the outfit just works with the fact that my feet are reflecting light like Edward Cullen in SoCal. Speaking of light, these shoes weigh literally nothing.

 I can  climb a jungle gym in them.

 Yes I have tried.

As for the tiara, one of my friends gave it to me for my birthday, 

and it has become rather attached to my head. 

Literally.

 I fell asleep wearing it one night and it took me three hours and four brushes to get it out.

Notice anything different about the photographs?? Other than the fact that I was having a bad face day, hence the hair hiding a la Anna? My mum got a new camera! It is about infinitely better than mine, but hard to shoot with, as my mum has banned me from putting it on the tripod. 

 I'm using my brother instead, and he is not exactly Annie Liebovitz.
Yet.

How are you feeling about the sneaker wedges? Do you have a pair?

Are they glittery??

xx,

Justina

ps. because I know some of you evil tall people who are naturally 5'9 are going to want to know, I'm 5'7ish. 

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"Where'd Your Leg Go?" The Story Of The Extremely Relevant Shirt.

 #teenvogue (Shirt: c/o Off Our Chests Pants: Crest Sunnies: Ray Ban)

This is going to be a bit rambly, until I get to the point.

Who remembers when Emma Watson's leg disappeared from the Burberry ad she was posing in?

That was funny. And then we realized that they had actually erased her leg.

Photoshopping gone kaput.

Now, we have turned the name of a product into a generally wide term for anything from erasing a freckle, or erasing some flyaway hair, to you know, CUTTING A WHOLE LEG OFF.

I don't have anything against photoshopping in general. I mean, I don't really want to see acne when I look at a model in Vogue. But I find it to be very sneaky when someone shows you a picture of "a natural look you can achieve at home" and the model has a face that is basically impossible. And  there is absoulutely no reason they have to tell you that the reason her face is impossible is because it is, as it was created on a computer. 

This is where this t-shirt comes in. I was sent this by the lovely people at Feel More Better, whose mission is to make me feel better. and you too. They're urging people to sign the Media and Public Health Act which will basically force advertisers to put SOMEWHERE, even if it's in tiny print only a budgie can read, that that photo was in some way altered. 

So to get things rolling:

The photos on my blog are not altered in any way. Except for the filter on my camera. Trust me, you don't want to see my street in straight sunlight. Promise.

I hope you got my point. If you didn't, here it was: Erase legs, put legs where they don't belong, move eyebrows, add weight, drop weight, whatever. Just tell me you did it. 

Or maybe, with the leg thing, just don't do it at all.

And how do you LOVE my ghetto-fabulous pants?  Theres a funny story behind why they have all those holes. But alas, that's for another time.

Also, I have finally learned how to do a sock bun. 

Be nice. No hating on someones happy.

xx,

Justina

ps. Have you entered the iconemesis giveaway yet? DO IT.