the vagabond

To follow in yesterday’s obnoxious coupley footsteps, here are some shots I took starring Josh at my godparents’ cabin. We went for “Renaissance gentleman”, because, let’s be real, such a costume required literally no effort to put together. Everything he’s wearing is something he already owned and wore on a regular basis. All together, he’s…

victory-ish

So I did not win either category. Neither did Josh win best-dressed man or best facial hair. And I am kind of a sore loser – I’m an only child, what do you expect? But after I got done breaking stuff, I made myself remember that least I was a finalist – at least I…

higher wire

Saturday: circus night at Green Mountain Cabaret! We didn’t win the costume contest, but I like to think the crowd loved us anyway. Well, inasmuch as you can call our outfits costumes: we pulled everything straight from our own closet, no new purchases necessary. People ask us why we hoard so much gaudy shit? This. This…

dresses for literally everyone

I was on my way downtown to photograph this outfit when a rather comely bearded man in a pretty dress flagged me down to give me this flower.  I think my transformation into a Wes Anderson heroine is just about complete. All I need now is a Pinterest account and an abstract bird tattoo to…

loonette’s heyday

Josh tells me I often dress like a children’s TV host. I like the sound of that. Except I’d be the type who drops her chipper voice and demands a cigarette the moment the cameras roll away. I don’t even smoke, but if I had to be twee for a living, I just might have…

dichotomies

Here’s my quintessential “manic pixie dream blogger” outfit. It’s weird to realize I’m so head-turning in the real world and so pedestrian online. People unabashedly gawp at me on the street, but in the blogosphere, I’m just another “cupcakes & kittens” modcloth darling. Even though cupcakes and kittens are not really my thing. Give me…

back in the atelier

Bolstered by the success of my last post, I’ve decided to wax still more lyrical on dating vintage. The consignment shop where Danica works also just started accepting vintage clothing, so I’ve been helping her sort & analyze. And I figure the internet at large could probably benefit from my (self-taught, cobbled-together) expertise. Today I’m…

eros & thanatos

When Holly and I visit graveyards. she pacifies the loa with an offering of white rum. It tugs my heartstrings a little to see rum spilled on the ground, but I’d prefer that to angry loa. She is training to, eventually, become a mambo: Vodou priestess. I have some pretty cool friends. My approach to…

in firelight

  So this blog miiiight just be a general art blog at this point. I still love doing outfit pictures, but it seems more and more that my blog’s success no long revolves around them. I’m just fine with that. I for one appreciate style blogs that really broaden the meaning of “style”. My favorite…

curated circus

I haven’t done a round-up post in quite a while. It’s always interesting to freeze my aesthetic for later reflection. This is where my style was on July 13, 2014: colliding prints and carnival chic abounding. Click on each for its source.                  

cirque de la crazypants

You guys, I tried so hard to design an entire “creepy clown” shoot. But as many angles as I tried, as many variations of light, the camera wasn’t having it. These five shots are the only ones I consider worthy of posting, though I fully intend to return to this idea another time. My mindscape’s been…

july 9

I forget just how much fun it is to set up my tripod and just play. No overarching themes and no militant adherence. Just run around and try to shutter serendipity immortal. And swathed in my psyche’s fluorescent fabric counterpart, I feel that much more playful.