What I Wore: A New Direction
I’m about to turn 32. It’s a special number for me—it sounds so adult! This past year has been a real work in progress, discovering that I am, in fact, capable of making my dreams a reality. I’ve been keeping this in mind while noticing that my style is evolving, yet again.
Gone are the days of punk rock jean jackets and vests—I’m moving into a less obvious, unintentionally coordinated look. I’ve been mining clothing with the idea of handmade/vintage looping through my brain—these are the elements I want to cultivate and bring to the surface. I still embrace the idea of clothing having a sense of humor and a sassy integrity; but maybe I won’t be writing “I’m Miss World” in Sharpie on the back of my jacket. You dig?
Shirt: no brand name; St. Vincent De Paul, $1
Pants: Stephen Sprouse, St. Vincent De Paul, $7.99 (part of a two piece set)
Shoes: Xhilaration, Target, $20 (on sale!)
Necklace: custom by Locketship, gift
Costume pin and bracelets: Mother’s
Earrings: Rat, Wolfbait and B-Girls in Chicago, $18. Circle, Santee Alley, $3.
The new vision:
Deconstructed sweaters, pants in unusual vintage cuts (hunting for high waisted boot cuts right now!), handmaking my own dresses and skirts using found fabrics and notions, non-leather shoes, my handmade dark wash denim backback, immaculately shaped eyebrows with lots of dark fill-in action, fabulous art, tees that fit perfectly, the less zippers the better (I’m all about funky vintage button combinations!), asymmetrical wash and wear haircuts, skirts with pockets, solid fantasy haircolor, handmade toolbelt, short fingernails for artmaking with solid polish, black t-strap maryjanes that go with everything, using everyday items as earrings and wearing two different ones at the same time, dark red and purple lipstick, thick stacked bracelets, collared button-down printed vintage shirts, bow ties, carrying a handmade notebook and colored pencils everywhere, burgundy liquid eyeliner, not wearing headphones or checking my phone while out walking around.
You know, when I was a teenager, I wore a plastic pocket protector to class just to be funny. It ended up being incredibly useful. I suppose that at 15 that was my idea of being satirical and referential—but the truth is, even then, I liked pockets and carrying things on my person. I want to continue to follow my instincts when making decisions about putting clothes on my body.
Maybe that’s what being an adult is about—trusting your instincts. Style is a great place to start.
Photography is by the amazing Jennifer Emerling. Need gorgeous pictures? She’s your gal.