Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Threading | The Fashion Dungjen


Before Veterans Day, it had been quite some time since I had my eyebrows done. Actually, it was right before I finished my summer internship in Portland, Ore.

Missy, one of my Portland roommates, was going for a bikini wax at a quaint, one-room shop, The Wax Shack. I sat in the 90-degree hallway for about 30 minutes waiting so we could hit up the Portland Beavers baseball game.

When they were finally finished and came to find me, the woman who runs the Shack took one look at my eyebrows (which had not been waxed since before I went to Portland about 11 weeks prior), and said “You cannot leave here like that.”

Long story short, that was toward the end of August. Veterans Day was last week. That’s a pretty long time to go without any sort of eyebrow grooming or upkeep. My eyebrows, to say the least, were a little out of control. So, when I went home, Mom offered to pay to have my eyebrows threaded.

Because Mom was buying, I was game. Over the river and through the suburbs of Dayton to the mall we go.

If you’ve never had your eyebrows threaded, it’s quite the experience.

Threading is an old practice traditionally used in Eastern countries, like India and Egypt. In the last couple of years it’s become more popular in the United States. You can even get your eyebrows threaded in Cincinnati. Maison De Sourcils in Kenwood Towne Centre offers threading. One session with them takes about 10 to 15 minutes, but costs a pretty penny: $32.10 plus tax.

(I went to Nirvana, a shop in Dayton Mall – the price there was $8, four times less than Maison De Sourcils, but also not an eyebrow specialty location.)

It’s a fairly simple process – the only thing the stylist uses is a piece of cotton thread and steady, precise hands. The lack of chemicals or anything else touching the skin means it’s super sterile, which is a plus for a germaphobe or anyone with allergies.

The cotton is wrapped around unwanted hairs, kind of like a lasso. The hair is pulled from the follicle, which means the threading is supposed to last longer than something more common like waxing or plucking.

Because the thread has to lasso the unwanted hairs, it’s ridiculously precise. Even after waxing or plucking with my favorite stylist I usually have to go back through and pluck
a few stray hairs. This time, no such thing.

It sounds pretty cool, right? Sounds like it might be worth your $8 for a simple procedure that lasts up to six weeks. (The hair removal can become permanent if you have it done often enough.)

But I, for one, will never have my eyebrows threaded again.

Threading took about five times longer than waxing and was at least 1,000 times more excruciatingly painful. I’ve since read testimonials that say the opposite, but, in those testimonials, they also say they were given a numbing spray or had a warm cloth compressed on their eyebrows to make it easier to remove the hairs.

Perhaps it was my anxiety that prevented me from finding any redeeming quality about my experience, but I could feel every hair being yanked from my face and the sound of the thread twisting was too much to handle.

My toes curled. My hands were sweating. I wanted to reach up, grab the woman who was threading my eyebrows and throw her to the ground.

I may or may not have cried.

My younger sister Kasey was next in line to have her eyebrows done. After watching me struggle to maintain composure she opted out of the experience. I wish she had volunteered to go first.

No more threading for me, but if you’re into some sadistic-type of pain, you might want to try it for yourself.

Wild about waxing or would you rather admire your flawless – but throbbing – threaded brows? Tell Taylor at thefashiondungjen@gmail.com.


Wednesday, November 11, 2009

A Cincinnati scarf?

I'm doing a little bit of Christmas shopping for my boyfriend. I love buying things for other people. It makes me feel like I have an excuse to then buy stuff for myself. Wrong or right, it's true.

He thinks I have a shopping problem. I happen to see things a little differently. But, that's another post for another time.

To the point:

I want to buy Richie a scarf. Why? I love scarves and I think that scarves add an instant and extra measure of attractiveness to an ensemble. Consequently, I want Richie to love scarves. He spends some time outside when he's at work, checking on whatever it is that he has to check on, and in the winter Northeast Ohio isn't really very forgiving. In fact, I'm surprised it hasn't started to snow yet ... Again, I'm getting away from the point. So, I'm looking for a scarf that Richie can wear when he's not at work (the Cleveland Brown's scarf that he has he can use for work). In the process of looking, I found a scarf called "Cincinnati."

It's maroon and navy. What about Cincinnati says maroon and navy? Can someone please clarify? (Don't worry; this is not something I'm considering for Richie. Actually, I find it quite atrocious.)

Insecurity in the Midwest


I think the Midwest has an inferiority complex. Or is at least a little insecure about how it stacks up to is cousins out west. And, quite frankly, there's a lot to be jealous of. But, even though it seems like they would want to mimic the beautiful state of Oregon, this part of Dayton, dare I say, is marvelous. (The above sign was taken in Dayton, Ohio, in the Oregon District.) Hands down, the Oregon District is probably one of the most incredible neighborhoods in Dayton. It's old. Has a brick road (Bonus points). The houses are so fabulous. It's the ideal neighborhood for my future grown up self. I picture myself living in one of the circa 1850s homes and then taking a walk down one of the tree-lined streets in a forest green, just-above-the-knee dress and a pair of ankle cognac boots around this time of year.

Fall is so good. I need to recruit a friend to go on a fall photo adventure with me.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Bookbag! | The Fashion Dungjen

Remember my column about book bags from a month-ish ago?

"From what I remember, backpacks seemed to last forever – as a kid, having the most awesome character from a TV show or movie made last week’s bag outdated before you could convince your parents that you needed it to maintain your playground status.
Now, I’m stuck. I have the mentality that backpacks are still for kids. On the other hand, I feel that same mentality tipping toward the whipping out my debit card to buy one each time the straps on my tote rip a little more. (I’m waiting for the day it busts on campus spilling all its contents as I watch a tampon roll down
the sidewalk through McMicken Commons.)
It has to happen. For the sake of not chasing toiletries across campus, it has to happen."


Literally, the day after I wrote this column, one of the straps on the bag I had been carrying was reduced to hanging on by one single thread. And a mighty strong thread it was. But, alas, karma bit me in the behind and the bag became one with the dumpster behind my apartment building.

Two summers ago when I was in Alabama, I bought a huge-0-mungo bag for farmers markets and grocery
shopping. Now that I never have time for farmers markets or grocery shopping, I converted the large tote into a makeshift school bag. Now, though the lining is ripping and the bottom looks like it might break out.

At the end of my column I posted a cry for help. I had no idea where to start looking for book bags, what types were better than others. I got more responses than I could have imagined. So, with the advice of some wonderful ladies -- go figure, no dudes had any suggestions -- I broke down and bought a book bag.


Pretty, isn't she?

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

The flunking funk | The Fashion Dungjen

Usually when the temperature begins to drop I have a heightened sense of style. There is so much more than can be done -- layering, sweaters, scarves, boots. It's the best time of year to have to wear clothes. Really.

This fall, though, I'm struggling. I'm not sure what the deal is, but I need to find some new inspiration and fast. Something has to get me out of this funk, but what? Suggestions?

Monday, October 12, 2009

Curly hair | The Fashion Dungjen

If everyone with straight hair is so damn jealous of curly hair, and everyone with curly hair is growing to like it more, why is it so impossible to find pictures of women with naturally curly hair? I need inspiration for styling and haircuts, but it doesn't seem to exist. Does anyone else share my frustrations?

If you have curly hair, please send me pictures to thefashiondungjen@gmail.com. I'm going to do a blowout with great curly hair -- make it a resource for all girls in the same predicament. A database of curly hair, if you will. Be a part of the project!

And, if you have friends with curly hair, spread the word!

Monday, October 5, 2009

Guest blogger: Heavy metal fashion | The Fashion Dungjen

When my friend Nick Grever asked me if he could write a few guest spots on my blog, I wanted to say yes. Maybe it was because I thought there was no way in hell Grever could write something fashion related. I mean, just click the first link in his guest post and you'll see how I feel about his style, or maybe it was because I thought it would be a good opportunity to introduce my readers to something different. Grever has a completely different perspective on fashion since he and I don't share the same ideals of style, but nonetheless, Grever is always the most interested in what I have to say about fashion. Do I get it? Nope. Does it matter? Nope. What resulted is a pretty good post about heavy metal going couture. Did I ever think those two words would be used together? Nope. Is it happening? You betcha.

Hello Fashion Dungjen readers (Dungjenites? Dungjeneers?), my name is Nick Grever. Yes, that Nick Grever
.


I offered to write a guest post or two for Taylor and, for some crazy reason, she agreed. She probably wants a day off, but who am I to judge?


But, what exactly qualifies me to make any sort of comment on fashion in any way? I mean, did you read the column I linked? Well, I don’t really have any sort of high fashion knowledge. I don’t know the difference between Chanel and Dolce and Gabbana. I don’t get excited about fall fashions. The last time I looked at a Vogue was in line at Kroger.

But what I can do is observe. I can watch people; watch what they wear and when they wear it. And the job I’ve held for five years now has allowed me to do exactly that. I’ve been working at Hot Topic since I was 16 years old. I’ve seen the good, the bad, the ugly and the WTF moments of every day fashion. For the past three years, I’ve been at Newport on the Levee, a primarily nightlife location. This has added another wrinkle to my observations. And one major trend is the proliferation of heavy metal themes becoming couture. And while I may not be the most knowledgeable fashion guru, I know my metal (shameless plug incoming: www.heavy-metal-war.blogspot.com). And what I’m seeing is more and more heavy metal aesthetics being utilized for so called couture. Affliction and Ed Hardy are the main lines with these themes, along with the massive amount of offshoots and imitators.

Neither line is exactly “high” fashion, per se, but both are higher up on the line than most clothing in general.


And what exactly are these companies utilizing when they charge $50 or more for their products, namely their shirts? Well, let’s see:
Skulls, Chains, Hot Chicks, Old school tattoo designs

Interesting … I’ve seen these aesthetics before ... Somewhere …




Hot chicks and skulls

Affliction and Ed Hardy are taking heavy metal imagery and turning them into high-value couture. And furthermore, these labels are being accepted and even flourishing within the general public. And that’s pretty big considering the shirts are expensive. Really expensive.

What’s even more shocking is the fact that these shirts are beginning to count as “dressing up.” Go into night clubs around the city and you’ll see girls in nice dresses and guys in T-shirts. It’s a weird sight to be sure.


But what caused these labels to get so popular, in spite of their price points and generally unaccepted aesthetics? Well, for affliction at least, UFC had a part in it. Many of the fighters attached themselves to Affliction, designing their own signature shirts and wearing them into the ring. With UFC getting more and more popular, it only makes sense that their respective clothes line would as well. And with some mainstream metal acts like Pantera and Ozzy picking up the Affliction banner, they gain even more credibility.


But perhaps the real reason is that Affliction and Ed Hardy skirt the line between rebellion and the mainstream. They have just enough of an edge to give the wearer that beloved feeling of power and strength, but not going over the edge and into scary (or at least what mainstream culture considers scary) territory.


But I wonder, how many people who so devotedly wear the Ed Hardy and Affliction label actually know the origins of the aesthetics they are sporting, or if they even care. Not that it matters per se, but as someone who has a closest full of bloody, skeleton-filled, evil, demonic, violent apparel, to see these same themes on guys who just got home from watching a Bengals game kind of weirds me out.


And, it appears that things may be coming full circle. Lead singer of Judas Priest and arguably the most metal person alive, Rob Halford, has created his own high end clothing line, called Metal God. And Slipknot, possibly the biggest metal band in the world had their own line as well, entitled Tattered and Torn. The line, exclusive to Hot Topic, seems to have been short lived, but is notable nonetheless.


Perhaps due to my background and love of all things metal, this change in the fashion landscape is a fascinating one to me. Will it last? Who knows, nothing changes faster than the public’s tastes. But for now, it seems like lines such as Affliction and Ed Hardy are here to stay. I guess we’ll just have to see if the bands and art that inspired said lines become mainstream too. I just hope I never have to pay $50 bucks for a Slayer shirt…

Best Tweet of the day | The Fashion Dungjen

From @jillystrunk88: "why would lindsey lohan put out a fashion line? she cant even dress herself most days"


I could not agree more.

Friday, September 11, 2009

R.I.P. | The Fashion Dungjen

While I was in Portland, my parents took the liberty to go through all of my clothes and shoes and throw away things they didn't see fit.

They threw away my favorite boots and I can't find my green sweatshirt with polar bears on it. Mom insisted she had no ideas what happened to the boots, but I knew she was full of bologna. Finally, she fessed up. Still no word on my sweatshirt.

R.I.P. You are missed.

MIA. Sigh.

Monday, September 7, 2009

There's no place like ... home? (And scarves) | The Fashion Dungjen

That's actually not true. In fact, I'm not really sure what you can call home when you don't really live anywhere. You see, I lived in Wadsworth, Ohio (Northeast Ohio), for 18 years (one month and eight days), my parents' house is in Springboro, Ohio (Southwest), and I go to school in Cincinnati, come next Tuesday, I'll be in my fourth location. So, what's home? I certainly don't know, but, for now, I'll consider these photos of my time in Akron last week pictures of home.

Gina and I went on several photo adventures when I was home. The first batch are from a big ol' park in Medina, Ohio, although I forget what it's called. I'll hope Gina sees this and fills in the blank. We traipsed and, when Gina lost her green phone in meadow, I used my regrettably fantastic vision to find it. (I want glasses so badly.)

My favorite vest. It's suede. I bought if for $1 when I visited my parents in Springboro for the first time after they moved. It needs to be dry cleaned.

My favorite scarf. Thrifted in Dayton, Ohio. I hate that 'thrifted' always shows up as a misspelled word.

Loved Gina's earrings.
I also love her ring which looks a lot like a Pringle. On the grass/thing is an egg sac. Gina tried to break it open but it didn't work. Good thing. I think it was spiders.

Again, Gina has some wonderful earrings. And I love the blue of the scarf. So good. This photo, and the photo below, are from our adventure to Clay Mountain in Medina. I don't actually think there was a mountain, but we had to walk down railroad tracks and through the woods to find a river valley. It became dark about 5 minutes after we started which made the entire adventure really interesting.

Oma gave me this black floral scarf; her sister, Monika, gave it to her when she last visited Germany. Visiting Oma definitely has many perks. Regifting scarves is one of them.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

80s hair | The Fashion Dungjen

So today (Saturday) is Molly's birthday. She's finally the big 2-1 and, to celebrate, the interns, my roommates and a few others got together for an '80s themed birthday bash. Since my clothing pool is pretty limited by what I could get on the plane and I wasn't planning for any '80s outings while packing, I had to deal with what little I had.

Instead of really dressing the part (minus the neon, obnoxiously yellow tank) I had some super, really fake and unnatural-looking lipstick, jewelry and big, big hair.

Really, my hair was BIG.

This picture doesn't do the hugeness any justice.

Peculiar Portland fashion | The Fashion Dungjen

My family is in this week visiting from Ohio. My aunt and uncle came in Friday afternoon so I've been spending some good old quality time with them. Today my aunt called, said, "We bought you a donut and we're coming to pick you up." Score. We first went to Saturday Market. Then the Mississippi Street Fair, Hood River and Mosier for some cherry picking.

The Mississippi Street Fair was definitely better than I had anticipated. There were a few questionable fashion statements I'd like to share...

Drop-crotch pants are never a good idea and they're even less of a good idea when they're a onesie.
I think this woman is supposed to be a mermaid. I'm not quite sure though. Maybe she's on her way to prom...?

He wins best dressed.

Friday, July 3, 2009

Peculiar Portland fashion | The Fashion Dungjen

One thing I've noticed about Portlanders is their unique sense of style. It's definitely not really what I anticipated. With my limited West Coast experience, I guess I was thinking it would something more in line with San Francisco. There are similarities, for sure. The general stereotypes that every city has are here, but I feel like most of the fashion statements I see are kind of questionable.

A lot of it, too, is completely based on functionality. That's one of the things I noticed right away. A lot of people here ride bikes everywhere or spend a lot of time walking wherever they need to go which doesn't always lend itself to the most fashionable attire. But, in circumstances like that, it makes sense to be more practical. (Who wants to wear pumps if you have to walk from SW Broadway and 6th to 2nd and Burnside? Not me.

Anyway, on my way to Chase bank today to exchange my big bills ($5 and $10) for singles (for the bus), I found myself walking behind a girl pulling a suitcase. Now, this is definitely one of those cases where you could make the lame joke "What's red, white and black all over?" and she would totally qualify as an answer.

Behold, my friends:


OK, so I guess she's not wearing any white. I wrote that before I posted the picture. BUT STILL, you get the point: red T-shirt, red and black plaid very mini skirt, red tights with destroyed black fishnets over top and big, clunky, heavy black shoes. Really not favorable.

AND THEN, yesterday, oh my gosh, I saw this girl in a tutu leaping, jumping, spinning, twirling, whatevering down the street.

I actually think she may be a legitimate ballerina and was promoting an upcoming show, but, based on some of the other things I've seen in Portland, I've come to realize anything is possible, AND, the stranger it is, the more likely it is to actually be happening.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Michael Jackson fashion tributes | The Fashion Dungjen

My parents introduced me to Michael Jackson a really, really long time ago. I've always been a fan. When I was little, maybe 5 years old, I used to push the furniture in our TV room out of the center of the room and dance. Mom would bring the neighbors in and I'd put on a show.

Thriller, though, always used to scare me. I remember one time hiding under a desk in my living room.

Since his death on Thursday, there's been a ton of media coverage. So much, in fact, that I had to turn off CNN because I couldn't stand to hear anyone tell me the same thing one more time: there are moving vans, his in-house doctor has lawyerd up, his family was going to pay for a second, independent autopsy.

But, that said, I still want to commemorate his life as the greatest musician of all time by wearing his name, silhouette or whatever on clothing.

Sydne Summer posted a link on Twitter to her Web site that linked to custom T-shirts that are commemorating the artists life.


I love the silhouette T-shirt, but I'm holding out on purchasing anything -- there will likely be better things in the near future.

Have you seen any other fashion dedications to Michael? What's your favorite?
Are you going to/thinking about buy anything?

Portland | The Fashion Dungjen



Week one at The Oregonian was good. Week two looks like it will be better.