You can’t tell just by looking at me, but I live and breathe fashion. I follow all the right blogs, know all the right names, and stalk Style.com like a savant. I whittle away days on the internet amassing perfunctory “wishlists” of items I will never be able to afford, and I have forgone meals in favor of spending my money on thick issues of Vogue in languages I can’t read. I’m in deep.
Still, when you have a kind of go-to look, a uniform even, it grows into a habit that’s hard to break. I’m so comfortable in shades of black and grey, thrown together into a messy lazy-girl formula ruled by skinny jeans, oversized sweaters, and low boots, that I haven’t dared to wear anything else in, well,years. Am I just lackadaisical when it comes to dressing … or am I scared? Keep reading »
