Today I am rather de-bunking some of the illusions my pictures might cause to arise. I am showing my pinned dress under my skirt and revealing how I look before I remove superfluous items (note bag and headphones). By the very nature of taking your own photographs with a self-timer these images will be staged and as both model and conjurer I take liberties in what I reveal and what I hide. You see if I showed my bag to you every day chances are it would be this tote with it's little wave pockets, since it is very convenient for work. Also I feel the leopard print headphones while fun, rather destroy the romantic environment in the pictures created by the arching branches, strips of golden sun, and deep reds.
The Grand Illusion
Don't Wake Me I Plan On Sleeping In
What I learned from the Haute Couture shows: I'm looking forward to a monochromatic, but not boring Fall wardrobe. Just look at the rich hues and attention to texture.
Disrobing My Icons
When I mentioned Brigitte Bardot as a style icon of mine there was a bit of a negative reaction—which I understand fully since I’m aware of her controversial views and outspoken nature. I briefly responded in the comments about how I admired her style in films (her personal style has less resonance with me) and how I separated her personal style, views, and politics from her cinematic fashion which is gorgeous. I feel the whole subject could deal with a bit more investigation and coverage though. First what makes someone a style icon and secondly, is it possible to separate their personal lives and views from their aesthetic value?
Animal Instincts
My favorite season has come and gone—no, not summer, but the Paris Haute Couture season. Fantastic and creative designs were being displayed to their fullest on lithe models, reminding me and many others why we love fashion. While everyone in Paris must be breathing the style in and wearing their personal best, I am sadly still trapped in rural Pennsylvania dreaming of far away places.
Since I can’t be abroad at exotic locales, I must make an adventure of a location closer to home. I find that when one goes on safari it is best to dress simply and attempt to blend in with your surroundings. Leopard print flats are definitely a must, not just for comfortable walking, but also to help make friends with the local wildlife.
Outfit details: dress- H&M, shoes- some shop in Japan, belt- secondhand, necklaces- various sources
P.S. The pictures were taken in the extensive Natural History Museum at my school. The heads were hung at the actual height of the animals. And yes, they are real…
Whimsical Adventures
I am still pondering the whole "dress your age" issue and I think there's another point to be stated: dressing maturely versus dressing immaturely. While certain outfits may contain a childlike element such as sneakers or bows and others a more granny-ish style with cardigans or ancient florals, a discerning viewer should be able to see the subtle differences that make these sartorial choices neither that of a child or an old lady.
I think it can also be explained as the difference between dressing sophisticated and unsophisticated. To me matchy-matchy looks are more childlike than the subtle color coordination I usually attempt. Fit and choice of material also make a difference--most children don't have my body type.
As for my current outfit, I temporarily shortened the hem on my favorite white dress with a few safety pins. I'm wearing my crown from Whichgoose out for the first time (I received it in the mail weeks ago, but hadn't worn it out until today). I chose one of their simpler designs, but it's still getting a lot of stares... I suppose people just aren't used to others dressing with a touch of whimsy.
Outfit details: dress- vintage, belt- vintage, shoes- some shop in Hawaii, crown- Whichgoose
Smile Like You Mean It
I very often have people tell me I should smile more. Not just in my pictures but it tends to be a bone of contention between me and family members (“how do we know you’re having fun, you look miserable?” “…this moment isn’t so fun.”). I'm just in general am not a smiley person. Oh, don’t get me wrong I do smile and laugh—a lot. It’s just I like to have a reason to smile, if I’m just walking somewhere or don’t find something amusing, my face goes into “neutral” (or scowl, if you must) mode.
However, I am making a greater attempt to smile in my pictures. I think part of the situation is that the other day I realized I wasn’t so uncomfortable in front of the camera anymore! You see, I’m really not the ham this site might lead you to believe. No one in my family really is. We hardly have any family photographs. On facebook I have less pictures of myself than all of my friends. I’m forever covering off my face when friends attempt to snap a picture or making ridiculous faces (so that if I do end up looking goofy it is clearly intentional!).
Yet, the other day I posed and it wasn’t so awkward. I still felt like a ham and slightly silly, but I was fine with that. So here’s a smile from me…or at least a smirk.
I'm Freshly Minted
After nearly a year without haircuts or self-altered fringe, I went under the scissors yesterday and got a fresh style from an actual professional! My hair feels so healthy and I love it so much. I feel like a brand new penny, all buffed and polished to perfection.
The Age Issue
Before I yammer on, there's a really excellent post here by Dapper Kid on fashion, gender roles, stylish men, and confidence (to name a few highlights).
With the poll going on, on the right, I'm certain many of you saw this post coming. With the votes tallied a good majority of you believe that age is just a number and I concur.
To start, there is the whole phrase "you are as old as you feel." There is much merit to be found in this statement. While I am still young in years, I have never felt immature or goofy or even like a party-er, so is it really any surprise that I don't usually wear super high hemlines or tight fitting clothes and I definitely don't buy into trends? While picking up some acid wash jeans or trading my secondhand flats for some flips flops may youthen my wardrobe and make me look more similar to the nearly uniformed masses (heck, I could even make an attempt at hipsterdom), it doesn't change the fact that I work in an office, enjoy making puzzles, and listen to National Public Radio. I'm more likely to complain about mysterious pains in my back than how I got so wasted at that party last week--so yes, I might not dress like most twenty-one years old people know, but I'm not a twenty-one year old you know or are likely to meet in a hip hang-out. My own grandmother can be quoted as saying about me, "she enjoys the quiet life, doesn't she?"
Further, where does this concept of dressing one's age come from? And who makes these rules of propriety? Supposedly, if I dress too young or too old, there is a "proper" way to be dressed. Which honestly, let's just say it now--that's stupid. If I listened to every rule of proper dressing I wouldn't wear white after Labor Day (or is it before..?), wear green and yellow without a color in between, mix gold and silver jewelry, etc, etc. Also, let's consider the antiquated notion of what one does at one's age anyway. When these rules were followed religiously by my age I probably would have been wed with children by now. What women do and when they do it, is changing. Through modern knowledge I can have children much later in life than previously believed possible, through proper diet, exercise, and a bit of medical help I can also live longer, and with all my options before me I can forgo marriage and children entirely and follow whatever pursuits I desire. So yes, women don't dress as "age appropriately" as they used to, but they also don't live the same. Maybe our wardrobes are merely evolving to reflect our lifestyles.
Back to the second question: who makes these rules? I'm always intrigued when people (anonymous commenters, or those worst dressed list writers) tell others what to wear, because WHO are they? How do they dress that is so fabulous that makes me care what they think about my style? I'm very reluctant to give fashion advice even when expressly asked because I'm not a fashion expert and to say "here is what to do" is another way of saying "I'm right," which implies someone else to be wrong. I try not to judge other people's decisions stylistically because I allow for the error of perspective (it's just my opinion and who am I to say it doesn't work if they like it?), so it would be nice if others could be a little less egomaniacal and allow for the same flaw of perspective in themselves. Because if I don't listen to my friends, why should I listen to people I don't even know when they advise me on what to wear?
Finally, if you ask me directly if I dress my age, the answer is no. Because I don't dress according to age at all. I dress according to situation (read office job at Conservative school) and mood. It's pretty ridiculous to say I dress older than my age since I have never once been mistaken as older than my age, even in the most "age appropriate" looks conceivable (even in a work environment and professional wear people still think I'm a young teen...). It's also amusing to think I dress too young when I know when I was younger I lacked many of the sartorial knowledge and confidence I now possess. Let me finish with this: when I wake up in the morning and face the myriad of options facing me from my closet the last thing on my mind is "what would a typical twenty-one year old wear?"
Outfit details: dress- some shop in Japan, jeans- Hot Topic, shoes- Urban Outfitters, belt- secondhand
Gentlemen's Club
I would like to know where the stylish boys of the world are. While I have stumbled across a couple online, can ogle them at street fashion sites, and find a number of spreads featuring them, I have yet to know a stylish boy personally. Perhaps my view of stylish is too narrow or my location too limited, but I just wish I could meet some of these lads.





