anti-mimesis (bitch stole my look).

anti-mimesis is the enemy camp of mimesis, suggesting on its most basic (read: bayyyysick) level, that all expression is an imitation of an expression that preexists it.  obvi this calls into question the entire theory of semiotic communication and i'm way too tired to have a one night stand with derrida to learn more.  its sunday for heavens sake! so lets just  keep it at just that, bayyyysick.  this is an image of a matisse painting i saw earlier today.  the point of anti-mimetics here dictates that life imitates art far more than art imitates life.  as such, lets look at it and lift it.  abbie hoffman it up.  here we go:

matisse model by sayhellotomylittleblog featuring pendant jewelry

heathers.

wakey wakey westerberg high schoolers, it's time for your teen-angst bullshit to have a body count.  i'm sure, like me, you've seen heathers at least twenty times, making it the most deliciously grotesque mean girl movie evs.  and believe me, there is very little i know more about than mean girl movies.  not familiar? hold onto your shoulder pads.  ladies and gents, we have a clique of heathers and they're basically all cray.  i mean, winona and shannen alone, can vouch for that (defs not holding my breath for a reunion). so, like i said, the girls are cray and the hot guy, played by christian slater, takes his p's and q's from american psycho.  heathers is angsty and bubble gum; murder and playful fashion; acidic and cool.  so heath, whats you damage? the eighties.  no worries, plaid, pleats and color blocking is translatable.

note: this post focuses on the heathers given the fact that veronica is amazeballs and we will come back later to thoroughly decode her murder-day ensemble and funeral attire, cause she nailed it.

Out of fear if nothing else, lets help the ladies out (e.g. i'm a lady, shes a lady, you're a lady, WERE the ladies) and take 1988 into 2013. how? here is how:

heathers. by sayhellotomylittleblog featuring a wool jacke

       And just like heather chandler says, "You were nothing before you met me."