Showing posts with label punkgirl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label punkgirl. Show all posts

Sunday, 8 November 2015

Don't judge. Really.

Now, being alternative, I get a lot of stares in public. I don't mind so much and I'm mostly used to it. I know most people judge me by how I dress and that's part and parcel of being different. I can say, honestly, that when I look at someone, I form an opinion on them based on a cursory glance and that's a fact I've grown to be very ashamed of.

I travel a lot, so that means I see a lot of different people. People I form judgements subconsciously, whether I like it or not. Once, on a night flight from Bangkok to Islamabad, I was seated in front of a young gentleman.

He was definitely older than myself. Me, being a teenager, he looked to be around twenty to twenty five years of age. Mind you, I was decked out in my full (what I consider full, at least) punk attire. I was wearing a black abaya, the buttoned cuffs of which clearly displayed my leather spiked bracelets as well as a black scarf and denim waistcoat.

I was in no position judge anyone based on how they were dressed. And I did. I wish to god that I hadn't, but I did.

The aforementioned (pakistani) gentleman sitting behind me had his hair dyed a light shade of orange. He had a goatee and he was wearing a waistcoat over his shirt. I assumed that he must not be very religious. It was subconscious. I can't remember when the actual thought ran through my head. Maybe it didn't. But it was something there at the back of my mind.

I was tired, this was a transit from Singapore. I'd been travelling all day and would remain in the air for most of the night. I settled down to sleep. I heard snatched of the conversation between the man and his seat-mate. Later, I heard him quietly reciting the dua for travelling. Then the three quls. And then some other suras of the quran.

I was so ashamed. I'd really judged this man wrongly. He was, in all honesty, a better muslim than I was. I usually forget to recite the dua for travelling. Forget the dua for travelling, I forget to recite any of the duas I'm supposed to. I go on on and on about not judging me for how I look, yet I just wrongly formed an opinion of someone I'd never met, never talked to, never known.

Ever since then, I make a conscious effort to tell that little voice in the back of my head to shut up. 

If you're reading this, stranger-who-I-judged, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have and you kind of made me revise my whole thinking process.

Byeee, Moji.

Saturday, 5 September 2015

The Creature

I've always loved to be different, and recently I've become more and more into the Goth-Punk subculture. When I first started dressing like a crazed demented psycopath, I really wasn't sure where to buy my accessories. Unfortunately it took me a while to realise that I may not have had to spend a cent. To help you with your fashion journey, I thought I'd do a series on how to DIY your own fashion ensemble.

Essential No. 1

Writlets

All you really need for these are some of those cheap T-Shirt material under-sleeves. You have a few options; you could rip them creatively, like these awesome ones here:





Or, if that's not hardcore enough for you, you can put safety pins all over them too. Here's one I made myself.







Becoming B.A
(Boscoe Alan Baracus)

I've been dubbed 'The child of B.A Baracus'. I layer the bracelets and rings. My family hates it. I love it.

No, you say to yourself. I don't look like that. I don't wear that much. I don't look that threatening. One day you will look in the mirror and have an epiphany. About two things;

1. You do look like that.
2. You don't mind.

Here's my take on the punk B.A look






I have a denim waist coat, which, if you're going for the Baracus, is a must-have.



Rings

I like to get a little Wanda Maximoff with my rings. The trick is rose-gold pinkie rings and a lot of eclectic metals.





Gunmetal and huge skull rings look great too, if you like the biker look. Just pick what works best for you.



Cuffs/Bracelets

A must have of every punk; spikes. Spikes, spikes, spikes. It becomes an obsession. I cannot resist passing up anything spiky anymore, much to the consternation of my family. Here's why I'm a bit of a black sheep;











Makeup



I don't wear any outrageous makeup, but here are some gorgeous looks if only for inspiration




Piercings


The one piercing I would really love is a septum nose piercing, but, since I'm underaged I have to wait till I'm 18.



Other piercings include shark tooth piercings-on the lower lip, in the same place as your canines-, canine piercings-on the top lip, in the same place as your canines-, jestrum piercings, bridge piercings, etc.

For those of you who would love piercings, but are underage, here are some great alternatives;






And if these are too girly or hipster for you, don't worry! There are loads of other, more taseful ones out there. I just couldn't dig up any good pics. Shops like Lovisa, Accessorieze or Claire's may have what you're looking for if you know what to ask for. It's all a matter of luck. For instance, I got a huge set of gunmetal earcuffs from Lovisa for a song. You just have to keep going back.



Jestrum:




Bridge: