I got a new camera for Christmas, hence all the up close and personal shots. Also a gift, the lovely Rodarte lace cardigan from Target that I'm wearing. The sheerness reminds me of lingerie which inspired our heavy eyes and muted mouths. Peaking underneath my sisters chiffon dress is a sequin tube-bra and black boyshorts. She wore this outfit to a new years eve lingerie party accessorized with oversized faux diamond cuff bracelets and anything that sparkled-probably the only place appropriate to wear such a thing.
My sister, keeping it classy in Wisco with a leopard print scarf wrapped around her head, Gap jeans, Gap men's plaid-button down, Gap blazer, UO t-shirt and Wal-Mart rubber boots. I received mixed reviews on the boots when I bought them. Their unattractiveness can't be denied but there was just something about them that I liked. Perhaps it is in fact that unattractiveness that drew me in and the reminisncence of my horribly clunky pair of Dr. Martins circa sixth grade. Who knows, though. Sometimes my fashion antics can't be explained.
I love clothes. Expensive, cheap, second-hand, with stripes, without stripes, buckles, bows, anything that sparkles, minimal, over-the-top, and nothing ordinary. Style is art. Live it. Breathe it. Wear it.