Whenever I dress less ostentatiously, I feel like I'm in disguise. I don't lose my hipstery-artiste vibe, but I feel less awesome. However I liked my outfit yesterday. I might wear it again sometime, but with more personal touches. Also, my eye-makeup gives me away. No Mata Hari here, I'm afraid.
Oh, dear. Z is off her meds again. I really, REALLY need a haircut. This is getting ridiculous. Beware, children. If you have a deathhawk, you need to maintain it. Otherwise, it could end up flopping over, growing out, and looking like this. Let that be a lesson to you all.
I was basically wearing a black tank, a grey and white stripey button-up, and some nicely-fitted boot cut jeans stuffed up into my baby combat boots. Plus accessories. I like to stuff my non-skinny jeans into my boots. It gives off kind of a punky militaristic vibe.
My baby combat boots. Ain't they purdy? I wear these when I want something more understated than my giant stompy ones. Also, much love for the old-fashioned bicycle necklace. Check out Forever 21 sometime, because they often have adorable jewelry like this. And it's CHEAP! Anyway, if you're going out disguised as an under-the-radar hipster punk hobo, be sure to add something that at least alludes to the fact that you were once a cute, happy person. Otherwise you might scare people.
Here I am pretending I am a heroine in a 1950's Biblical epic. I lurv my scarf. I wasn't much of a scarf person before, but lately I've been finding more and more uses for them. I may have to collect more.
I'm just a holy fool, oh baby it's so cruel.
Anywho, I promise that the next time I blather on and on about an outfit, it will be much more exciting. Or a little more exciting. Thanks for reading, my lovelies!
Z
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