Ever knew what you wanted and fought so hard... only to find yourself sitting in a golden cage? I know the feeling. Sometimes it seems like nothing is more wonderful than tragedy, and maybe that's why we're all so in love with our depression. Guess I'm talking more about 'teen angst' than 'haute couture' but I think the whole process of growing up is relevant to the construction of personal style. Seems like most of my desire to dress outlandishly is rooted in a similar desire to rebel against society, or something less cliche, for refusing to embrace me 'with arms wide open' [via Creed]. I hope that I will always want things, and always have some indescribably lofty goal that I somehow, someday manage to achieve. Nothing is more humbling than the chase. And that's about as vulnerable as I'm gonna get for a while.
FROM TOP TO BOTTOM:
Fedora - Saks Fifth Avenue
Sunglasses - The Cobra Shop, www.shop.thecobrasnake.com
Matador Bolero - Vintage (Mom's closet)
Tank top - MINK PINK, www.shopmoderne.com
Pants - The Cobra Shop, www.shop.thecobrasnake.com
Wedges - Downtown LA
This vintage velvet bolero jacket is my most prized article of clothing. It idly hanged in my mom's closet for decades before I noticed that it was perfect. I wore it first on Halloween of 2009, when I dressed as a matador. Ever since, I've treated it as a perfectly normal, albeit extraordinary one-of-a-kind, addition to my wardrobe. The fringe tank is from Shop Moderne and the sunglasses and pants are from da Cobra Shop.
Everything is infinite!