My ex used to complain that I didn’t have a “style,” that he couldn’t put my look down to one specific definition. I’d be goth one day, 50’s housewife the next. I couldn’t pin my “look” down to one specific idea – and that bugged the hell out of him. And you know what? Fuuuuuuck that.
I wear whatever I want. If I want to wear an old lady vest that is covered in JoAnn’s fabric cats – I do it. I feel good in it and I think it looks good. “Fashion is the armor to survive the reality of everyday life,” according to Bill Cunningham, and my armor needs to change depending on my battle. So some days I go with a leopard print top, and others a holey metal tee, and a fit-n-flare dress on others still.
I encourage you to take up this mindset – you don’t have to be “the criminal,” “the athlete, “the basket-case,” “the princess,” or “the brain.” You can be all of them. You can go at the whim of your changing attitude, and dress, and BE who you want.
On that note please enjoy this sporadic outfit // COSTUME FOR THE DAY //
– Felted wool, wide-brim grey hat with a grey & black ribbon detail (antique shop)
– Black control-top nylons (real talk) (Walgreens)
– Skinny black cut-off shorts (UO)
– Black/Blue heather thigh-high socks (UO)
– Cream/Black striped short-sleeve shirt with zipper closure and peplum (Banana Republic)
– Dark brown faux-moto ankle boots (Target)
– Onyx stud earrings (from my friend Tina)
– “Feminist” pin that belongs to my husband
– Vintage Neiman Marcus navy blazer with plum-colored lining
Love you, mean it