As I bounced down the street in my cheap Spirit Halloween finery, an irrationally angry girl yelled “FREAK!” at me from a passing car. I have to say, I’m disappointed that was the best she could do. Scoundrel, slattern, harlot, blackguard, rapscallion. Someone needs ten vocabulary drills, stat.
I really love creepy-cute. There’s something so adorably eerie about smoothing the raw edges of horror into something youthful and hyperfeminine. It’s a dichotomy that makes people look twice: “how cute…wait, are those skulls?” It turns the placid unsettling. I’m also a big fan of imbuing femininity with power, and few things scream “power” to me more than the macabre and the paranormal.
It’s also interesting how context influences and corresponds with individual items. Do the skulls make the dress macabre, or does the dress neutralize the skulls? It’s hard to parse the exact percentages, which makes the social response so interesting: what exactly are we reacting to? Is it just the shock value, or something more nuanced?
I think so much about clothes. Do other people think this much about clothes?
I love tightly wound color schemes with one real shock of variation.
The fickle weather turned some of these shots a little grainy. I kind of like it. It complements the pastels.
(That’s hair dye on my wrist. I don’t have the plague.)
Dress & Belt: Old Gold Cardigan: The Classy Closet Necklace & Suspenders: Battery Street Jeans Tights & Shoes: Gifted Headband: Creative Habitat
I like creepy-cute, too! I can’t believe someone drive-by insulted you. Like, keep yo rude opinions to yoself ma am.
Rachel
Both your style of writing and fashion never cease to be entertaining and compelling! Keep up the good work (and please post more of your fashion-y goodness on Chictopia! I look to you as an inspiration!)