it’s ironic when you have the equestrian outfit picked up and you decided to throw on a chunky pink sweater that would basically drown you. have to be a truly sartorial risk taker to do that.
i don’t know how many pink shirts i have; probably can’t even count them in one hand. actually, i just counted them, thanks to my color-coded closet. four. i like to believe that what i wear is a reflection of myself personality-wise. mostly pensive and melancholy, which is seen through what i wear on a daily basis: gray, black, white, beige, sometimes with a hint of color; jeans, tee, leather jacket; very predictable. just not pink. in my biased perception, pink is something that screams princessy, girly, shallow, candylicious and hootchy; it is everything that gives me goose bump and deepens my general fear of not being taken seriously. that’s also why there is probably fifty dresses sitting in my closet and haven’t seen the sunshine for years.
an analogy of this dilemma would be that i’m still struggling with setting the tone for this blog. i tried to infuse a bit of humor and sacasm in my writing to prevent self-exposure. that’s not an easy thing to do especially when you sit in in front of the computer with a 100 degree fever on a depressingly cloudy day, and all the sadness just pour out.
what seems to be the theme of my entire writing, is that, always, always a compromise in the end. always a solution. i’m going to leave this one as it is this time. it’s okay to be skewed.
*tip my hat to anyone who can “read” the title
nothing showcases the silhouette of a dress better than the movement. the cobalt blue is what i’m feeling now even though the pictures were not posted in a chronological order. when a color is engraved deeply into your heart and soul, you see it everywhere.
now this is going to be a complete disclaimer of my previous post (technically the previously previous). somehow i wanted the that post to stay at the top of this blog for as long as i care. when you produce something you’re really proud of, you want to sit back, take all in the hauntingly surreal standing ovation, and take advantage of it for the rest of your life. but life is not as candy-in-the-sky as you want it to be. then it comes to the wake up call and you finally realize that oh my gosh, i had given my all. what’s next? am i going to top that top? that sounds really uncertain and seems certainly impossible. then consternation starts to wear you off and you are sleeping in the fear of not capable of beating yourself.
finally i let it go and overwrite with some blurry lines and more organic items (which is my excuse for taking bad pictures btw). but the point is, attempting to top what seems like the peak is not necessarily a great idea, because you’re not going to produce something antiseptic. let’s face it. every artist has a peak point, where, no matter how hard they try afterwards, can’t climb that peak again. they’re deemed to fail. what you can do is to be more mellow and make something DIFFERENT.
Harry Styles, Tokyo, 2013
the perfect boot has a 3 1/2” chunky heel, fine italian leather, and handmade sole. the perfect boot has zipper on the side so that they’re easy to put on or take off with minimum damage to the shoe, and most importantly, matches the zippers on your tough leather pants.
the perfect boot is a witty yet practical hybrid; it makes you feel glamours instead of lean towards self-sabotage. so you are able to walk that walk and dance that dance. in the perfect boot, you can lift yourself up, jog in the woods, dive into the dead sea, or chase your dreams.
the perfect boot wants the real you, not some pretentious snob nor fake modest freak. in your perfect boot, you look into the mirror every morning, and say to yourself: i’m a strong, independent woman. i’m thankful that i’m able to go to work, build up my identity, express my individuality, and maybe kick some ass.
so there you go, the perfect boot. and you gonna need some uneven tailored sweater and rad accessories to make the walk even better.
if you want to look like a million bucks when you’re just broke as f**k, here is the uniform that makes you instant cool:
- a faux leather jacket that fits (i got mine at h&m for $40)
- a fairly good pair of jeans (let’s be serious, please, not a pair from your uncle w absolutely no wash)
- leather boots, any kind
- an accent color
- CHEAP aviator sunglasses (<$15)
done. now go out and show off.