Thursday, September 18, 2014

Delicate Statements

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I don't think I've ever shot photos indoors for this blog. I guess this post is kind of an ode to my high-school self who was obsessed the Terry Richardson white-walled-hyper-flash photos. But since that time, you can tell that I'm my aesthetic has softened up quite a bit.

When you're at a point when your style starts transitioning organically, the times where you aren't stunting as hard are equally if not more important. I love kicking back and knowing that sometimes, how you carry yourself is 'fashion' enough. And I've really come to appreciate simplicity and the power of delicate statements. That may seem like an oxymoron, but take these pieces for example:

Amarillo Jewelry at Showroom Joplin sent me these dope gold rings and armlet. While, from a distance, they may seem like just a little sparkle, but tell a lot more upon closer inspection. I love being able to speak my mind (oftentimes profanities) without even opening my mouth...and I love that these pieces do that for me. After all: that's the power of art, isn't it?

My shift in style has aligned right on time with the start of the Indian Summer.  Now I have every excuse to just wear a plain black midi and deck myself out in just the right details.

Thanks again to Haati Chai and Amarilo xo

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Some Loves Last a Lifetime

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I have this really bad habit when if there's an upcoming event of any significance, I invest every waking moment coming up with the perfect outfit for it. Every day, I pour more and more of my energy into it and fall more in love than the initial purchase. And as bad as this habit may sound, it was actually beneficial for the occasion.

I wore this shockingly chartreuse dress to a family wedding last weekend. I guess you can say it has been my latest 'relationship'...definitely not a fling. My goal was to be as obnoxious with color as possible...I figured that coupled with the hair cut, it would be surprising to my extended family. But totally forgetting the reason for marriage, I was the one who was surprised when I was enveloped with true love in every detail of the wedding. Everywhere. And while I can't say I fully comprehend how to love a person for the rest of my life, I was glad to at least have been there sporting something I truly love.

The magic didn't end when the clock struck twelve, and neither did the feeling that experience gave me. I never thought I would be capable of feeling that way ever again.

Even now,  the hangs up like a trophy after a win, and I know that it was the right pick. And as my strange habit of collecting one-time-wears continues, I'll always remember that night in that dress...fondly.

I guess you can say that some loves just last a lifetime.

Dress by BCBGMAXAXRIA
Shoes by Nasty Gal-Shoe Cult


Sunday, September 7, 2014

Meditations

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I've never really enjoyed the summertime. Either it's entirely too busy or really monotonous. And the weather sucks. The best way I can describe who I've become this summer is a 'weekend warrior,' someone trying to soak up every minute of 'me time' and hoping I won't lose myself too deeply in adulthood.

There's a time of day where the sun is still up and the air finally loses its sizzle. It's at this time that I can finally put on something with a bit of warmth and texture and get back to enjoying my surroundings. Shooting during this time is almost like meditation for me. Everything just comes together and suddenly all the gravity of the day just lifts.

You know that I love pairing my staple pleather on pleather, but I also love it when my looks can reflect on these moments of peace.

Tribal Blazer by Blueprint Coleccion

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Refresher

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 libertydenied Although I hate to admit it, sometimes I just go overboard trying to expose any bit of skin I can get away with. For those of you who can't relate, let me explain...

I grew up in a relatively conservative environment. Liberal for a brown girl, yes, but conservative in a general sense. That being said, when I started purchasing and experimenting with my own clothing, I would take advantage of whatever I could slip out of the house in. Look after look, I found new loopholes to jump through in order to carve out my own style and still be acceptable to my parents. But after a while, even constant rebellion can get monotonous.

I had been looking for a refresher piece for a while: something to shift my mindset and help me understand my own body shape and taste, especially after the new haircut. With this Blueprint Coleccion shirt dress, I found myself in awe. I love hybrid feminine/masculine silhouette and the subtle print. I even went as far as to put on my six inchers and tower over everyone around me to play up the mod factor. What a great way to celebrate NYFW from afar.

Dress courtesy of Blueprint Coleccion.



Thursday, August 28, 2014

Riding Hood


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It's hot here...and as much as I pretend that it's turning into fall, the reality is that the Indian summer has just begun.

So what's the only way I can power through it? Taking pieces that are obviously fall staples and pairing them with my summer uniform in hopes in changing up my look. I would say it worked here, thanks to the helpful addition in my wardrobe sent over by the girls from Blueprint Coleccion.

I have to say, the tunic itself got me a little emotional. Aside from the dope Riding Hood patches along the glittery exterior, the cut and fit reminded me of something my mom would make my sister and I match in when we were little. I'm not deeply connected with my roots but it's hybrid pieces like this that make me appreciate my background more.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Chop star

Most people do whatever it takes to mask their insecurities. I guess I do too to some extent, but my greatest point of doubt has always been on a pedestal.

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I know what you're thinking.
I'm nuts! It's so long and full! Any girl would kill for those locks! It's perfect! Blah blah blah.

Perfect. By telling human being something about them is perfect, you are setting them up on a tier that's bound to fall.

Think about it from my perspective:
We live in a world where appearance ranks you,and to a certain extent with social media, determines your value. If you have the goods, consider yourself a reference point that others think they have the right to comment on during every waking moment. When it's good, it's all the talk. When it's bad, it's all the talk. And when eastern meets western culture, let's just say the cataclysm is is...unbearable.

The hair was beautiful to me, but it was toxic for me.

I've thought out my options. Covering it. No. Tying it (hence the undying bun I so lovingly called the "snowball"). Painful. Braiding it..but it didn't matter. The hair found a way to demand attention. It became the focus; the point of envy. I thought I had power because of it. But in reality, it was overpowering me.

This is why I cut it.
The stars aligned and I finally found someone who would get me the right look without compromising who I am. Sal's excitement for the chop matched mine, and now I get to sport art instead of expectations. I'm grateful; living in a world full of possibilities and a few less knots in the neck.

Has anyone ever felt this way? Maybe not about their hair, but height or stature?

I may be a blogger, but I want conversation; not commentary.

Chop chop.

(Special thanks to Sal Salcedo for the amazing cut.)

Friday, August 22, 2014

Yung Witch

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Happy Friday. xo