my personal fashion rules...
* always steer clear of skinnies unless they have a zipper at ankle. they always make my legs look chubby and my ass super wide.
* do whatever i can to show off my ass and legs in a classy way.
* take advantage of all of the charming and slightly androgynous looks that i can pull off by being boobless.
* always wear appropriate, elegant, feminine, and classy lingerie. especially revel in wearing garters and stockings but never allow it to become trashy by going with teeny bopper trends or allowing any of it to be seen.
* never wear flats out of fear of being too tall. i will always love being tall and leggy.
my signature scent...
* lavender & vanilla together
my signature piece as of the last two years...
false lashes & bardot 60's chiffon ponytail
I love slightly breaking fashion rules. when i was finally allowed to dress myself i always was excited to come up with a look that was very much different, unique and my own. during an awful divorce i actually worried about appearing too cray, too different, too colorful. i can truthfully say that those months where i attempted to suffocate the real me were the most miserable and confusing months of my life. during those months i actually got into more trouble, found myself in awful situations, met the scummiest men and i know that is because i was sooo insecure, baffled and lost. as soon as i ran back to the open arms of creativity, fashion, literature and art i remembered who i was, every detail and i loved her. i was full of self appreciation, adoration, love, happiness, freedom and ideas. i had no time to waste being angry at the person who made me feel that i had not only minor flaws but also that my passions, eccentricities, awkward habits and colorful details of my personality were major flaws. i became aware of that person stealing my identity and wearing it because a. he was awkward, insecure and uncomfortable being himself and b. i was vibrant, alive, original, eye catching and confident in my flaws and he assumed that in my skin he wouldn't mind it if people discarded and rejected him. he never had the balls to be himself. a total shame. he was the one i loved so much. legs jump off memory lane and onto my fashion looks for spring...
* try lots and lots of looks*
thank the Lord for the value villages, goodwills and every single little thrift store ever built. it's the afternoon before a big show that is sure to be full of tasty skinny rocker types and i need my own show stopper... i love that $10 gets me not only a slick black mini dress but a leather biker vest as well... and i love that some days are jane austen days with brigitte bardot nights. i love channeling allison mosshart, edie sedgwick, ballerina's, rock n rollers, hippie hipsters, gypsy ladies, whiskey girls, high fashion model, 60's sex kittens, flappers, bookworms, beach bums, artists....
i LOVE watching a movie, looking at a book, runway collections, fashion documentaries, magazines and being so crazy about a look that i spend all afternoon in thrift stores and in front of my sewing machine re-creating it.
"to have style, you must believe in yourself" - yves saint laurent
what are my favorite fabrics?
what are my favorite colors to wear?
what mood do i wish to create around myself?
what sort of people do i want to impress and attract?
what impresses and attracts me to other people?
