(Photos by: TR)(Top: Ella Johnson, Pants: J Brand, Shoes: Elizabeth and James, Jewelry: Various)
I finally got to have little bit of fashion in my life and decided to channel my inner 70′s hippie child in a pair of cord bell bottoms and espadrilles. Wrinkles and specs of lint included. I have to say that a lot of my clothes has been collecting dust [and wrinkles] over the last couple of weeks. A part of me feels like I need to make a couple purchases to get excited about fashion again. But sometimes I think that I could void that aspect of my life completely. Then I remember that fashion is there for me late at night when I am feeling crummy and need a pick-me-up. So I build shopping carts on several of my favorite shopping websites and imagine what a beautiful wardrobe I would have if I ever checked out.
It may seem incredibly shallow.. but I have a very deep connection to the way I dress and what is going on in the material world. I love fashion and it will always be there for me. It doesn’t hurt my feelings [and I don't hurt its], it never talks behind my back, it hardly expects anything from me [except for the occasional swipe of my credit card] and with the exception of a few loose threads and broken seams it will always be there for me. It makes me feel good. So when I feel like its been absent in my life, I am losing my sense of style or I have this crazy idea of leaving it all behind.. it doesn’t feel right. And when I am able to put something on that makes me feel connected again.. everything else seems to work out too.
So fashion finally. Even if it isn’t really actually that fashionable.
