Kelly M. Fritz // this blog has nothing to do with my job

it’s a story about a trust-fund jock who cheats off of his smart friend, is basically just good at sports, and who grows up to become a cop who peaked in high school. Aimed at nerds.
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an io9 comment on Harry Potter (via frantzfandom)

OH MY GOD

tiffany2k14:

the best thing i saw in boston was a grown man riding a razor scooter on the streets around faneuil hall

the sad thing is i know exactly who this person is and i encounter him every day on my walk in to work (i work in an office building that’s part of faneuil)

I see that you have sneaker wedges that look totally stylish.. I've been thinking about getting a pair myself, but I feel like they might be on the way out? Do you think they'll stick around/ what's your go-to outfit when it comes to wearing them?

blanchedevereauxx

Thanks! But surprise—they’re actually not sneaker wedges!

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They’re vintage LL Bean high-top velcro boot things that I found in pristine condition. So weird and definitely one of my best thrift finds! 

I normally wear them out to shows and things—I feel like I have to step up my style game when I’m going out to hip-hop/production showcases in Boston now. 

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Obviously I like them with crop tops and higher-waisted black pants (whoops). I love the ugly shoe trend, but I think you have to show some skin and sex them up a bit if you’re going to wear them. 

When it comes to actual sneaker wedges, I have mixed feelings. I liked the original Isabel Marant sneaker wedges that started the trend (seen below): 

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That being said, they’re SO TRICKY to style. I’m not even totally on board with all of the looks above. I never went in for the actual sneaker wedge trend because they cut off your legs so badly. If you’re already tall and curvy (like me), it’s just not a great look. 

Honestly, I think sneaker wedges are on their way out, but I think flat sneakers and flat high-tops are the future. I know runways and street style blogs are showing tons of flat sneakers and running shoes with everything for spring. I think that look is fresher than the sneaker wedge. 

Rick Owens has shown some crazy high-top sneaker-type stuff the last few seasons that firmly walks on the jolie-laide (pretty-ugly, the big trend in shoes at the moment) line. 

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(both Rick Owens, above)

These Gucci sneakers below are slightly more realistic, though. I think you can style high-tops the same way you’d style lace-up boots or ankle boots. They’re just more unexpected and fresher-looking. 

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For spring, I really, really like the look of super-feminine dresses with sneakers. I can’t really say that it’s a new thing—I’ve loved that look since high school. I like the newer, fresher iterations of it, though, like pairing pencil skirted silhouettes with sneakers, or floaty sundresses with super-practical running shoes, or silky, chiffon-y midi skirts with high-top sneakers and crop tops.

Chanel and Marc Jacobs both showed decidedly more editorial sneaker-based looks in their Spring 2014 RTW runway shows. 

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(chanel)

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(Marc)

I think those feminine, louche looks with flat sneakers are better options than anything with sneaker wedges—more comfortable, chicer, and far less likely to inspire regret in a year or two. Slightly more practical examples below. 

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Sorry for writing an essay. I have a lot of feelings about sneakers in the world of womenswear. 

Been meaning to say this for months, but damn your thrift game is sooooo strong. Very impressive.

Thanks so much! I put in the time, man. I’ve heard that theory that it takes 10,000 hours to become an expert at something, and I swear to god I’ve got a good chunk of my 10,000 done at this point in my life. 

Hello friend. You should not go back to the Marline Blonde because you look like you'll regret it later.... Seeing as you're asking folk to talk you out of it! X

Haaa thanks. Marilyn blonde is on hold until I can find a salon that I trust enough in Boston. I’ve gone platinum at home before and it always comes out streaky, and now that I’m ~professional~ I guess I need fancy hair. 

mauve-moth asked:
I am so sorry for asking, but you recommended some purple lipsticks and stains in a post a few weeks ago and I can't, for the life of me, find it. Would you mind letting me know where I can find it?

Guessing you’re talking about this color? 

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http://fashiononthefritz.tumblr.com/post/79806773027/on-a-whim-i-just-bought-one-of-the-revlon

Don’t be sorry for asking! This stuff is incredible. Happy to recommend it and flattered that you remembered me talking about it!

You should be able to find this specific share online here, here (on sale for $5.39!!), and here

This is definitely my purple lip product of choice. I’ve tried purple lipsticks, but I think, given the saturation and darkness of the color, balmstains like this work a lot better than lipstick.

Lipsticks in colors this dark tend to bleed and smear all over the place, and when you’re out eating or drinking, the missing patch of purple is really obvious. On top of that, most of the lower-end stuff I can afford leaves my lips dryer than before, which can make the purple look flaky and weird. With this stain, though, your lips take on a pretty close approximation of the purple, and the buttery consistency helps them stay moisturized, so even after the balm part fades off, it doesn’t look as messy. 

Smoke and lasers (gross as that sounds) at mr carmack + djemba djemba on Wednesday night  (at Naga)

Smoke and lasers (gross as that sounds) at mr carmack + djemba djemba on Wednesday night (at Naga)

franciscotirado:

Me for The Gay Men Project. Alternatively titled “Why my house looks like a giant Tumblr.” Thanks a bunch, Kevin Truong. You’re a sweetheart.

“I don’t think being gay means you need to be political, but I do think it means you need to be brave. I believe that confidence—the way you daily conquer things—is an example and point of reference to friends, co-workers, lovers, friends, and kids that don’t otherwise have a resource to see that.

Junot Diaz has this great quote from a talk he gave in Jersey. “You guys know about vampires?” He asks. “You know, vampires have no reflections in a mirror? There’s this idea that monsters don’t have reflections in a mirror. And what I’ve always thought isn’t that monsters don’t have reflections in a mirror. It’s that if you want to make a human being into a monster, deny them, at the cultural level, any reflection of themselves. And growing up, I felt like a monster in some ways. I didn’t see myself reflected at all. I was like, ‘Yo, is something wrong with me? That the whole society seems to think that people like me don’t exist?’ And part of what inspired me, was this deep desire that before I died, I would make a couple of mirrors. That I would make some mirrors so that kids like me might seem themselves reflected back and might not feel so monstrous for it.”

Growing up in white bread Chicago suburbia, I felt like a vampire. I never saw gay parents, or dudes wearing short shorts, or action TV series with queer protagonists. The greatest challenge was, and still is, finding everyday gay heroes to learn from or aspire to. And so I guess I’ve made it my mantra as a writer and as a person to seek out those heroes and to create the reflections I never saw when I was 10, sitting in my room peeling through Greek Mythology books, praying that I’d find a gay romance, a dude rescuing a dude in distress, any fleck of something that proved to me that one day I could save the day or conquer something. I wanted the gay guy to pick up the sword, I guess.

The day I came out to my parents (I was 18?) I had packed a bag. I’d brought my escape kit to the Art Institute where I would spend the day and thereafter, run away forever and live in my boyfriend’s ex-boyfriend’s guest bedroom for as long as possible until I figured out where to go from there. And I mean, yeah, wow, I was a manic and dumb kid in high school. But I think part of what I was feeling was unprepared and ill-equipped. I had no weapon.

The year I moved to New York was the best year of my life, and so much of that has to do with the gay companionship I’ve found here and will continue to find here. I’ve built some pretty terrible relationships in my day and escaping those ghosts had everything to do with knowing new gay men who scarcely accept less than they deserve. I work for a gay magazine called Hello Mr. that creates this kinda ineffable bond between gay men. It’s been a commonplace for key friendships, and I guess put up those mirrors I’d been aching for as a kid—the reflections of everyday heroes I could one day know or love or become.

Kinda wish I could send a tweet from the future into the past saying “@fransquishco! You’re going to be okay! You have gay friends! Parts of your heart are growing back!” But I guess since I can’t do that, the next best thing is writing for kids like me, little reassurances and mirrors. Or at least that’s the goal.

And I’m still looking for gay friends! Be friends with me! I’m big on picnics and any place where they serve you coffee in a ceramic mug.”

Follow Francisco on Twitter, @fransquishco, and Instagram, fransquishco.

Look a what a beautiful person my friend Fran is.

It’s cliche as hell, but I really love being able to independently find my way around, even if only in small parts of a city the size of Boston.

My personal and work life may seem weird and insecure sometimes, but it’s gratifying to be able to take the train from one part of the city to another without checking directions, or to successfully find my way home after getting off a few stops early. It makes me feel more grounded, more certain of myself.

Sometimes the train is irritating, but more than not, I enjoy the ride. I like seeing all the people sharing this city and this district and this block with me. I like catching snippets of their stories and wondering where they’re going and who they’re talking to.

The train is this equalizer, where we’re all dealing with seat shortage and rickety, sickness-inducing cars and intermittent metallic screeches. You can be a model or a genius or a high-level executive and you still won’t get a seat (unless you’re 2 seconds away from dying or popping out a baby). Everyone stands on the train together. Everyone’s feet are on the same dirty floor, hands gripping the same finger-smudged holds.

As fed up as I get with people sometimes, and as much as I love being alone and belonging to myself in small moments of silence, this ritual I have of quietly observing others every day gives me a little shot of giddiness. We’re all so concerned about work or gossip or love, so focused in on only what’s directly within our line of sight. But we’re all on the fucking train. Our eventual destinations are wildly different, but we’re on this dirty old train together, because it’s the best way to get around the city, and we in turn just pack ourselves into these metal tubes and make the best of it.

I may never see some of these people again in my life. But the sheer exposure to other humans that I get from my commute each day, the thousands and thousands and thousands of faces I’ve seen—it’s a joyous thing. There are so many of us and we we all look different and act different and want different things. It’s annoying and fantastic.

Shoutout to thekeri for being a delightfully sarcastic ray of sunshine in a moody few days. I really needed a good dinner with a cool lady after the past week.

I’m seriously considering going back to my Marilyn blonde

Someone plz try to talk me out of it

Thank you in advance