Blue Jean Baby

by Ryan Benson

There are two things in this world that will never get old: denim jackets and glitter. Put the two together, and the outcome is bound to be brilliant. . . or should I say phunky phresh? 


House Arrest- It's Fun! : Things to Do When You're Grounded

by Ryan Benson

Sometimes, smart kids do stupid stuff. And then they get grounded. Sometimes, stupid kids do stupid stuff. They too, get grounded. The point is, everyone gets grounded, and it's a real vibe-killer. Like, one minute the world is all, "I AM YOUR OYSTER! YOU ARE YOUNG! BE FREE, BE GROOVY, BE RIGHTEOUS!" And then you come home fifteen minutes after curfew. Next thing you know, the oh-so fickle world is all, "Lol, psych. Betcha didn't see that one coming. Have fun in your room for the next three days/weeks/years." In these situations, I feel like punching the world and my mom. I refrain though, because the world isn't really all that bad, and my mom is a great gal most of the time. After I get over my brief fit of rage, though, I'm still left with the ever-perturbing dilemma of what to do alone, confined to the property lines of my house for the next 48 hours (or however long it may be). To be honest, I've had a couple of mother-mandated prison-sentences myself. Over the years, I've amassed a series of groovy activities that make me appreciate a weekend of solitude instead of curse it. I suggest you read this list of phunkyphresh activities now because you never know when you'll slip up and end up on the ground(ed). Wow that was bad. Alright just read the list. 

1. Call your grandma. The thing about grandmas is they love to be  called. The thing about teenagers is they sometimes forget they have grandmas. Contrary to popular belief, grandmas are actually, like, really cool. Ask your grandma if she was ever grounded in high school. Chances are, there's a rebellious, free-spirited hooligan hiding behind that proper up-do and green sweater-set.

2. Homemade donuts. Need I say more?
Check out this recipe: http://bakerbettie.com/baked-cinnamon-sugar-mini-donuts/ 
And if that one's not doin' it for you try this:

3. Sidewalk chalk. Just you in the great outdoors drawing mermaids and rainbows. What could be better?

4. Make a CD for your best friend. Not a Spotify playlist. A real CD. Add the top-40 pop hit that you both secretly love but are too afraid to admit. Add an angry song. Add a Beatles song. Add a sad song. Add a Christmas carol. Add a song that will make her laugh. Whatever song you add, make sure it captures a moment, or a feeling, or a vibe from your epic friendship. The best CD's are thoughtful CD's.   

5. Fill your tub with piping-hot water, dump in your favorite bubble-bath potion, grab a book, and relax. Take advantage of the fact that you have absolutely, positively NOTHING to do on a Saturday night and treat yoself. 

6. Write a remarkably bad acrostic poem. In theory, writing a bad acrostic poem is not a hard task, considering as a general rule, all acrostic poems must suck. Seriously, has anyone ever read a decent acrostic poem? The answer is no. In fact, I consider "a good acrostic poem" to be a paradox. I challenge you, though, to write the worst acrostic poem of all time. This will indeed be a hard feat to achieve, but with a little time and a lot of bad word choice, you should be able to do it. 

7. Pressing flowers. Remember when you were little and you'd go out and pick really funky flowers and then put them in a heavy book and about six months later open that book and be like, "Oh my goodness look at these lovely, dried, pressed flowers. What a pleasant surprise!" That was awesome. You should do that again.     afterthought: pressed flowers would be an awesome addition to a groovy collage 

8. Watch every Audrey Hepburn movie ever. This one goes out to those of you who are too lazy to do all the other phunkyphresh stuff. I shame you for not wanting to write bad acrostic poems, but at the same time, I understand you. Being grounded can be depressing. Sometimes you just don't have the hoopla to be all perky and make chalk creations. Lucky for you, Audrey Hepburn existed. 

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Weird Wednesday: Miley BLING and Good Vibes

by Ryan Benson

Party People!!!! Waaaazzzup this Wednesday? Feeling weird and wonderful? Actually--don't answer that--just read on, darlings, because I GUARANTEE you'll be feelin' plenty pizazzy by the end of this post. 

If you weren't already aware, last spring Miley Cyrus created a plethora of dank beaded bracelets to honor the life of her pup, Floyd, who had recently passed away. Instead of grieving Floyd's death, Miley used beading to celebrate Floyd's life in a sick-nasty way that was uplifting to all. She confected the wacky-wonderful bracelets from those colorful plastic beads one finds in the depths of the crafts bin at summer camp or jammed onto the shelves at Michael's. Simple, but phunkyphresh. After posting pics of her beaded bling on Instagram, designer Jeremy Scott got inspired. He loved Miley's Floyd jewels and asked to do a collaboration for his Spring 2015 collection. The end result was weird, but wonderful:

Miley's Floyd bling did not only inspire designer Jeremy Scott, but it also inspired my dear galpal and crafting-extradonaire, Lilly Whitman. This fall Lilly has been crankin' out Miley-esque bracelets by the pound. She gifts her masterpieces to teammates, lab partners, besties, moms, lunch ladies, and pets as tokens of love.  The girl spreads love and groovy Miley vibes, one high school girl's wrist at a time. What a superstar. And anyone can do it! Oh yeah baby--the marvelous thing about Miley/Lilly's creations is that anyone can make and share them. All ya need is string, plastic beads, and good vibes. Huzzah! Oh, and did I mention, making these phunkyphresh bracelets is a prime stress-reliever? Because it is. So, my preeety leetle youthlings, if you still aren't feeling all that pizzazzy, go on out, get yoself some beads, and start spreading vibes. 

YLY (YOUTH loves you)

Find the hidden messages...

I spy YOUTH!!!



by Ryan Benson

Haven't you heard? Plaid is entirely, utterly, undeniably rad. Check out how Mebane, Beltzy, and ya home girl (me!!) sport the phunkyphresh trend below. 



beltz babe 

phun friends phunky stuff

Mebane's first look: 291 dress,Junya Watanabe jacket, Adidas sneakers 
Ryan's look: shirt from Etsy, FRAME skirt, Dance and Marvel poncho, Rag and Bone shoes
Beltzy's first look: vintage scarf,Trouvé jacket, American Retro shirt
Beltzy's second look: Rails shirt, Topshop skirt, Golden Goose sneakers
Mebane's second look: Boundary sweater, Ace and Jig dress, adidas sneakers


Weird Wednesday: Ode to Cuttlefish

by Ryan Benson
Are you as touched as I?
Welcome to WEIRD WEDNESDAY(!!!!), a cute forum for me to blabber about bizarre, beautiful aspects of life! Yipee! Today's order of business is cuttlefish, the most psychedelic creatures ever. Thank you to Tali Juliano for introducing to me this dank species. I'm sorry that I judged you for using a picture of a cuttlefish as the wallpaper for your phone. I still find that strange, but I now celebrate your strangeness because I realize that cuttlefish are, indeed, the bees' knees. 

Why are cuttlefish the bees' knees, you ask? What makes this seemingly lousy fish so remarkable? The reasons are endless, my friends. For one thing, cuttlefish possess sick-nasty chameleon-like traits. To ward off predators they change colors to match their environment. And not just any colors, oh no, they change trippy, sparkly patterns. That's good stuff. ALSO, cuttlefish are the most intelligent invertebrates on the face of the earth. Beautiful and smart. The shrimp are definitely jealous. To top it off, cuttlefish can see backwards.

So my question is, if cuttlefish are obviously cooler than iguanas, dogs, komodo dragons, dolphins, salamanders, and all other earth-dwelling organisms, why don't they get any love? Why does our generation neglect to mention cuttlefish during discussion of favorite animals? Why must it always be about monkeys? Monkeys are annoying. Monkeys are mean. Monkeys don't change colors. Cuttlefish are the Chameleons of the Sea, by golly, does that count for nothing??????????? Actually, come to think of it, maybe the reason I love cuttlefish so much is because no one gives them the attention they deserve. Maybe I admire cuttlefish not because they can see backwards, but because they go unseen. Cuttlefish are the hidden gems--the girl at school who is amazing at the drums, or recites slam-poetry like a boss, or rocks purple hair. The girls who are uniquely beautiful in their own way but go unnoticed because everyone else is so hopelessly zeroed-in on the monkeys of the world. To all my cuttlefish out there, I hope you see your beauty. I hope you continue cultivating the strangely beautiful parts of you even when no one else is looking. Because one day, sweet cuttlefish, someone will notice. Someone will notice you and the breadth of your unique allure and realize that you, and not the monkey, are the most spectacular animal on the face of the earth. 

Glow, cuttlefish, glow!


1989. Purrrrrrrfect.

by Grace Tabor

YOUTH… by grace! (edited by ya girl ryan)

Sup playaz, Grace here. Many of you lovely readers probably already know that Taylor Swift came out with her album 1989 last Monday. Per usual her lyrics were überly on point and per usual there was much speculation from the media about which boyfriend/break-up inspired this array of ingenious ballads. Everybody says that the whole album is about Harry Styles. I beg to differ. Forget Hazza, 1989 is 113% about Taylor’s furry feline friends, Meredith and Olivia.
Taylor loves her cats with the utmost passion. Therefore, what would be more appropriate than writing an entire album about them? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Here’s the cold, hard evidence to prove the cute, furry truth:

1.     Welcome to New York-
“Welcome to New York, it’s been waiting for you”. As Taylor steps out of her Tribeca apartment, kitty kennel in hand, she angelically hums this tune as she proceeds to tour Mer and Olivia around the big apple, Aladdin style… #taycanshowyouthewoooorld. Just check out these pictures… what else would she possibly be doing besides introducing her cats to the fast lane of NYC because $WAGhugkittenzgetmoney.

Taylor can shoooow you the woooorld… shining, shimmering, splendid!

2.     Blank Space-
This song is a straight up ballad to Olivia Benson. “Nice to meet you where you been, I can show you incredible things” are the first lines of this song and Taylor purchased Liv Benson around the time Blank Space was in the works. Coincidence? I think not. She sings, “Oh my god, look at that face… love’s a game, wanna play?” and all I can think of is Olivia, more commonly known to Tay as Dibbles. Dibbles is pretty dang cute and from the amount of ‘grams I’ve seen lately, I guess Taylor’s got some pretty strong feelings for her.
So Taylor’s parents were cat-sitting and took this photoshoot of Olivia Benson. This happened.

3.     Wildest Dreams-
Now this one may come as a shock, as #HAYLOR shippers are very serious about this song. In the second verse, she sings, “his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room”. You may be saying, “Grace, you’re crazy. Her cats are both girls and she uses male pronouns. This can’t be about her cats.” And to that I would say “touché”, but maybe she’s trying to hide the fact that she’s writing about her female cats by saying “him” and making her sound more socially confident. I wouldn’t want that type of info circulating through the interwebs (sry Tay- I’ve outed ya). This picture is literally the illustration of these words, though. She may have been sleeping with Harry two years ago but look whom she’s sleepin with now? Olivia is her main bish and we’ve just gotta accept it for what it is.
pretty sure that cat's paws are in her hair. case closed.

4.     Wonderland (Bonus Track)-
“Didn’t you flash your green eyes at me, didn’t you calm my fears with a Cheshire cat smile?”. I believe this one is pretty self-explanatory. Who has green eyes? Meredith does. Who may look like a Cheshire cat? Oh, Meredith would because she does indeed happen to be a cat. Case solved.
dem eyes doe

All in all, it seems pretty evident to me that Tay’s love for her cats got a bit out of hand this time. But hey! The album is pretty much the most gucci thing I’ve ever heard in my life, so I guess I’m eternally grateful to two cats? 

zayyyyum olivia you looking foine #canihaveyonumba


Grace, hopelessly devoted taylor/Olivia Benson/Meredith fanatic