Monday, July 21, 2014

Bald Britney

"I think the problem is that we learned that it's okay to feel sorry for ourselves."
This is a thought that I've been mulling over for the past few weeks. I like to pretend that I'm hustling really hard but truthfully, so many people are grappling with so much more in their lives. And same goes for clothes. It's hard to admit that you're not the most liked. It's hard to put yourself out there and be ready to brace judgement for anything that may not be perfect...but that is no reason to show weakness or refrain from choosing your instincts.

I'm learning. Learning to branch out, to handle more, to be by myself. But these changes are...tough. Sometimes it gets me to the point where I feel like bald Britney Spears (#TBT), and I guess maybe that's where this blue accented makeup came in. I read earlier today that the only way to feel relief is to experience tension. That couldn't be more accurate. If I wasn't nervous, anxious, or intimidated....I probably would have never been inspired to come up with this editorial. Patterned trousers and an asymmetrical top will never be the same to me again.

Choies trousers. Cotton On top.

Monday, July 14, 2014

Kiss the sky

Here's something I styled just to showcase some juxtapositions before the weather cranks up. I really think it's possible to put key winter and fall pieces to use during the summer. Granted, today was a day of gray skies and cool breezes, but that's all part of an Indian summer. The silver tribal necklace against a tight bodycon dress ($4 how could I pass it up!?), strappy sandals (you never thought you'd see my feet, did you?) and a chunky army jacket all play their separate roles but somehow mesh together.

For those of you that have followed my sartorial and personal journey over the past 6-8 months, you've probably seen a number of dreamy skies and parking structures. I've spent a lot of time here...but it never gets old. Even as was a lowly college student trudging my way through the day, there would be this odd sort of serenity that I would only find parked six floors up. I'd always find the time to pull back my seat, open up my windows and close my eyes to kiss the sky.

Friday, July 11, 2014

That Moment

There's a strange moment I experience sometimes when I'm styling an outfit for myself. I like to think of my wardrobe as a puzzle; one where the pieces fit with each other indefinitely to create some sort of vision. And when I reach that moment, I don't know whether to call it a period of relief or a mere epiphany, it's like even my most doubted purchases suddenly become my prized posessions.

I think it's that moment that carries me from there on. If it's a good outfit and you feel it, there's no denying the confidence you're going to emit.

As I'm sure you remember I got this crop top last year for Would You Like a Tour. I only showed bits of pieces of it here on the blog, but this meshed up number has literally been the key player in pulling almost all my looks together in one way or another. Ironically enough, I have only worn it once before without covering some part of it. But I think I was unknowingly saving it for its own masterpiece.

Months after my initial wear, when seasons shifted and my tastes began to transition, that strange moment came again: these two contrasting pieces met in harmony. Then came a necklace. Then another. And some metallic pumps.

Suddenly, I was showcasing a look that I had never thought was attainable. And it felt great.

Top from Nastygal

Saturday, July 5, 2014

Game Changer

Sometimes in the middle of the night, I find myself clicking around with half a mind and suddenly I've filled up a shopping cart on some e-commerce site from the other side of the planet. This top happens to be one of those late-night splurges. But I'd say this purchase was more intentional than my usual sartorial delusion. There isn't anything that I don't love about it. I love the boxy fit. I'm obsessed with the light feel. And most importantly, I can't get over the less-is-more cut outs along the sleeves. It's basic without being plain; a game changer for sure.
Why do I do it? I don't know. Maybe it's my way of making sure I have another part of the world closer to me. Or maybe I just get really bored.

Please tell me I'm not the only one who is an impulse buyer late at night. Let's make a support group.

Top from Choies.

Monday, June 30, 2014

Hints of Me

I have been wearing these booties compulsively since I purchased them, but that's not what today's post is about.

Instead, it's about something I find a lot more telling...something I think every person should be told when they decide to stop trying to please other people and start doing something for themselves:


I can't tell you how many times I've felt boxed in because of my sartorial tendencies, my sarcasm and my *oh so infamous hair*. I realize we live in a world where image and self representation no longer comes upon meeting. We're a generation of people who long to be special because of one defining characteristic that will keep our reputation alive forever. "The brand". But maybe that brand can be you, not a single trait.

I'm learning that if you try out of your comfort zone, you shouldn't search for permission from anyone other than yourself. I've been experimenting a lot more with my looks lately, but that doesn't mean I'm looking for any sort of query about my motives.

 I feel myself evolving. I don't know whether it's good or not. But it's a fresh change of pace.

And whether or not this is something people have accepted, amidst all this 'new' lies hints of me.

Jumpsuit by Guess

Friday, June 27, 2014

In with the old, in with the new.

Someone once asked me if I believed people changed. Whenever I reach a milestone in my life, I think about how I answered that question. For the most part, my answer is the same.

I believe we are everything we are meant to be; it's just a matter of unlocking each facet of your personality as you grow.  Grow to do bad, good, nothing. On that note, I don't think there's a point in eliminating things/people/clothes that have shaped you in the past to prove the point that you've "changed". After all, change is relative.

 That's where this look comes in:

The old---
You've seen these pants a few times. My first pair of skinny jeans back when Old Navy was the one-stop shop for 'cool' shit. They remind me of the me who so anxiously took a cheese grater and hacked the living life out of them...waking up at 5 am just to sneak out of the house and wear to school.

The new---
This is 4X blazer vest I found on steep discount at Target...and I love it. It covers just the right parts and lets me alternate sleeves (or lackthereof) which is perfect. I feel like it's one of those pieces that lets a persons style grow, moving from kiddish to...less kiddish (let's be real...oversized pieces are still unacceptable to generation X).

I have never felt the need to extinguish my past. I acknowledge as much of my past as I can every day because, while there have been eras (and clothes) of shame and disappointment...they've helped unlock this very moment.

In with the old, in with the new.

Saturday, June 21, 2014

Play Time

Hands down, I feel most comfortable under the cloak of night. There is something so serene about the anonymity that night provides. No heels, no tight leather. Just some sweats, snakeskin sneakers, and an obscene amount of silver head bling.

I decided to switch it up a little and play around a bit while taking these pictures. Obviously I won't post them all, but let's just say these are the most chic (and least goofy).

Everybody has been jumping on the sports-luxe look lately, but I think this is the furthest I will be able to get to that look. For now.

Maybe if there is a blackout or zombie apocalypse I'll be able to relax and follow the trend entirely.

Shoes by Guess