Had I grown up by the ocean, I might be an entirely different person. Less high strung, for one, and probably not petty, obsessive, or narcissistic enough to document my outfits on the internet. Sometimes I attempt to channel a certain simplicity you don’t see anywhere but the Atlantic coast. Today was one of those times.
Yeah, my hair is pretty damn short now. Was sort of an accident, but I like it. It barely hits my jaw. I look even more like a lesbian* than usual.
*I’m not a lesbian. I’m just often told I look like one. Apparently I set off a lot of people’s gaydars.
ALSO! I got an awesome, awesome plug from Kate at Eat the Damn Cake, one of my favorite blogs. Only fair that I return the favor.
I am seriously considering goth modeling. I just made an account on this site. We shall see where it goes.
I should’ve lived in the 1940s. World War II and widespread oppression aside, the fashion was sensual and kind to curves and even vaguely gothic. Yesterday I found a dress I was afraid I’d gotten rid of, and I channeled some Olde Hollywood. With my haircut and perennially red lips, I was already halfway there. I think I’ll call this my Double Indemnity look.
OHAI CURVES. Shitty photo quality, but damn. I feel like a bombshell. Pardon my vainglory.
Dress came to ~4 inches above the knee. I wore mid-calf red leggings underneath.
Titular inspiration from one of my favorite songs. I daydream about seedy Hollywood nightlife more often than I should admit.
I apologize for the recent lack of outfit posts. I’ve mostly been wearing repeats. It’s 90 degrees and I feel no creative impulse. I’ll start playing again when it cools off. Have a song to make up for it.
Girly dress + punk-ass accessories is practically entering trope status. I ought to rethink my game before I get predictable.
(Until then, moar sundresses.)
I didn’t leave the house or even get dressed today, so here’s a roundup featuring one of my favorite dresses. It makes me feel like a French country maiden. Photo age ranges from three months to two weeks.
My hair was orange in February and March. I like pink much better. The orange wasn’t intentional – rather, it’s what happens when Manic Panic Pillbox Red fades. I switched to Raspberry Splat in April, with no regrets. It fades, sure, but retains the same basic tone, and it doesn’t make my hair frizz appallingly like Manic Panic did.
This dress is from a novel little shop in Middlebury. It’s a lot less structured than I usually like my dresses to be, but the bust is gathered enough to compensate for the flimsy waist. And it’s great for my shoulders.
Both taken a month or so ago. I really prefer the dangly necklace to the pseudo-choker. The baubles accent the flower pattern. (My pin says “it’s not rocket surgery”.)
Taken on my birthday in May. The hat. IT’S A CAKE.
Bonus shot of sheer WTFery. (Also, I love how even a dress this summery can be winterized by boots, hat, and jacket. You can’t really tell, but the jacket is my famed spiderweb one!)
I’m a little surprised at myself lately. I feel a little betrayed by my sudden desire to rock yellow and white. Tomorrow I need to wear a leather dress in the name of not losing all my goth cred. I wonder how much grease it takes to blacken my soul.
I went to work today, and even though I work in what amounts to a closet (filling herbal formulas in my dad’s alternative medicine clinic), I need to look put together. I’m someone who needs to get dressed immediately upon waking and stay dressed all day. I’m acutely uncomfortable in sweats and t-shirts. Not that I have to wear dresses every day, but I need to feel like I’ve made an effort.
The cardigan was a birthday addition. It has the same sleeve style as the grey top.
I love this with the snake bracelet. It’s like a physical extension of the dress’s pattern.
This dress is actually strapless. I’m just a mistress of illusion.
Gap teeth. What up.
I’m quite fond of my shoulders. I think they’re nicely shaped, and I like my collarbone. Holla, strapless dresses.
My eyes are onto you.
Huge picdump of a post today. My mother handed down an old shirt of hers, as well as some jewelry. Considering how awesome I feel in her garments, our styles are more alike than I’d previously thought.
I ended up wearing the top two days in a row. First with leggings and my mother’s necklace, then with jeans and my trusty red hat. I think I prefer the latter, though I do love the first necklace.
From the first day. Notice the double-snake bracelet: I got it – AND A SKULL RING – for my birthday last week.
I love everything about this blouse. The gathered sleeves and frayed neckline accentuate my wrists and collarbone, of which I am rather fond. I also love rain-cloud grey. It’s an excellent backdrop for baubles.
To get my tattoo yesterday, I wore one of my favorite outfits. I bought this dress last winter and have worn it with boots and jackets for a few months. Now I can finally wear it as it was meant to be worn: bare-legged and be-sandaled, topped off by a pretty kickass corset.
This necklace used to be a bracelet, scrunched up with an elastic. The elastic broke, but I actually prefer it as a necklace. I’m wearing my Voltaire key pendant. He’s one of my favorite artists, and I am proudly and forever his fangirl.
Dress – Bella Boutique
Corset – 17th birthday
YOU GAIZ. I got my first tattoo today.
On my left hip. It’s three hours old. “nihil timendum” = Latin for “nothing to fear”. An axiom I want on me always. I chose the left hip because I’ve had a bone removed in my right foot, and my right nostril pierced, so I am now a perfect zigzag of bodymods.
Many more to come. I want “SPQR” on my ribcage.
Also, those are my favorite underpants. Now you know that.