[Outfit Post] High School Musical

I've been consumed with school dance fever since, like, the dawn of man. The swirly lights, Earth shaking beats, gourmet food, tailored pants and floaty skirts, bright lipstick and big hair. The hours of flossing, scrubbing, perfuming, dressing and all the nitty gritty that goes into being a slightly more than OK-looking teenage girl always excited me more than the actual event. I went to BlackUp (Paris) at Edgars to get my face piled on (and on, and on, and on) and I was so giddy the whole time. I think I almost broke someones nose squealing about how pretty my face looked. My skin was doing that thing I wanted, my lips were classy not trashy, I wasn't retaining more water than Amsterdam and, oh my god, my eyes!

I can't say I've been to many dances but I'm gonna remember this one forever. My friends all looked so pretty and everyone had a really good time. There were all this beautiful picture perfect moments that, of course, never get photographed but they're imprinted into my memory forever. God, the journal entries that will follow.

 Lace crop top and maxi skirt both TGCG at Young Designers' Emporium | Shoes: Diva | Bag: ZARA | Makeup: BlackUp | Accessories: Sass Diva, Edgars and Zoom

[Outfit Post] We Only Said Goodbye with Words

I'd always thought red was the colour of the county of Trash and Declasse, you know? Red nails, bright red lipstick (the sort frequented by flight attendants) and slinky, red dress, right? So why, why, was I lathering it onto my press on nails right before my friends and I went on to paint the town in very same colour?
Turns out red nail polish was just like patterned leggings: I'd seen it done wrong so many times by people in the street that I'd given up on it but my boo thang, Kelicia, had it on and it looked so good (the nail polish, not the leggings) that I just had to try it.
I had to.
And it was the best.

Last night we hit Rosebank like it had never been slapped by four foxy mamas (that you don't wanna mess with), which, considering, it probably never has. We went to Wakaberry, took too many selfies, exchanged shoes, ran to Primi's (because they have CHEESECAKE, like, cheeeeeeeeesecake) and I felt all warm and fuzzy inside because I'd missed these girls so much and I just knew that it was with them that I'll always belong.
I know it's just high school and I'm probably still high off of last night's adventures (seriously, I'm pretty sure we scarred all the innocent patrons who dared enter The Zone) but sometimes you just click with people and you're going to stay clicking. They're the people you look back every so fondly upon when you're filled with silicon and Botox and anti-aging creams ten years from now.

Yours,
Khenzo xx

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Tonight I'm Gonna Dance for You

One of the greatest conventions to American film is the high school dance or prom that is the penultimate peak or perfect ending in most teen films. Everything about these dance/prom scenes is so beautiful. There's the pink tinted lighting that hits falls on everyone's faces at just the right angle, the swaying of pretty silk and chiffon, girls and boys nestling up to each, slow dancing to the perfect song, the streamers, balloons and the confetti and the sparkles.

Nothing can go wrong at a high school dance in a teen flick (well, except Carrie and I guess Romy and Michele didn't enjoy theirs all that much, "this town is so unhip.") You dance with the right boy, you're happy for whoever the prom queens is, hopefully you, the punch is tart and spiked and you want to remember this night forever because the rest of high school is such a drag and you already spent every spare moment looking for dresses, praying for dates, curling your hair and applying individual lashes, so this has to be everything.

 Romy and Michele's High School Reunion

 The Vampire Diaries

 Carrie

 The Virgin Suicides

 She's All That

 Glee

 Gossip Girl

Yours