It’s a little sad how shut off from everything we can be.  Because in all actuality, there is inspiration to be drawn from damn near everything.  I suppose our eyes are just shut half the time.  I’m trying to stay aware of this and be more turned on to my surroundings.  With time I will be better.   Speaking of time passing and things progressing (that’s what I was speaking about, right?) I’ve been ‘researching’ other successful bloggers and trying to find the secret.  Well let me speak of Rumi, since she is one of the most successful.  I mean if she’s recognizable by her first name only… well you know what I’m getting at.  I went three years back on her site, to the very beginning.  Watching her transformation and style evolution was extraordinary.  She really is just like the rest of us, she just persevered and kept at it.  She made something of herself.   That experience has reenergized me.  The secret, oh yes!  Look for it in an upcoming post.  And now some images that I find inspirational, so should you…

I’ve created a monster!  Well I guess a writing monster isn’t all that scary, so maybe monster it isn’t the correct term.  I’m feeling unapologetic though, so I wont take it back!  I’ve got all these article ideas I’m generating and implementing.  Being paid to look at street style photos from NYFW and then dissecting the recurring themes, kind of a dream.  And now the next dream is to get to the next Fashion Week!  My bags are packed!  Seriously, LET’S GO!

Vintage Camisole//Vintage Bell Bottoms//F21 Mules.

Photo by the Immensely Talented Eric Johnson.

I don’t just work all the time.  I know how to let lose and cut a rug on occasion.  And I figured maybe it’s time to get a tad more personal and let you in behind the scenes.  The candid moments of my life.  Actually, this is all just an excuse to show off this gorgeous sweater I’ve had sitting in my closet for years.  I don’t know much about it other than my mom wore it growing up and I managed to kidnap it from her.  Also, the blue stuff all over my face, that’s paint.  I’m not big on makeup, but that doesn’t mean that I think blue smeared everywhere is a look either.  There was a live communal acrylic painting happening and apparently when people drink they want to give me ‘war paint’.  Ps. I’m aware that I look like an anime character sometimes.  Life is good.

Stolen Crochet Sweater//F21 Jeans//Jewelry procured from various parts of the world.

I finally did it.  Well I did it a week ago, but here’s the first of the photos with new hair!  What do you think, does the short hair suit me?  On to more important things!  The very talented Eric Johnson and I did a little shoot to avoid the Superbowl Sunday festivities.  I hope you enjoy!  Also check out his work.

Wearing: Thrifted Dress//UO Booties.

All Photos by Eric Johnson.

How do you justify wearing lingerie like a dress?  Easy Doc Marten boots.  Okay maybe not so easy.  I’m sure I’m just searching for a justification to wear pretty things around town.  Funny, because you guys have heard me ramble on about how anti-girl I am, how it’s taken me nearly twenty-five years to get into florals, so forth and blah blah blah.  Yet, whenever I go into vintage stores the first section I run to is lingerie.  I just think old slips are the most beautiful thing!  And before I write an ode to lingerie, I will stop and let these photos be my advocate.  PS. I’m pretty much nauseatingly elated about being accepted as an EIU editor!  If you will, please read my first article and lay your feedback on me.  Thanks dears!

All those sheer maxis on the Spring Runways did a number to me.  And frankly, I’m tired of waiting!  I found this one six weeks ago at the Wasteland in Santa Monica.  Ruffled at the hem, ditsy florals, translucent (everyone knows I’m a sucker for this), high-waisted.  Basically, checks every point on my list for the perfect Spring skirt.   So what are you guys dying to wear come Spring?

Wearing: Lush Sweater//Vintage Skirt//F21 Heels//Bracelet from Israel.

It’s funny that now that I’m ‘technically unemployed’ (read: full-time freelancer) I have less time than ever.  Not entirely true, same amount of time I suppose, just the amount of time working vs play is tipping the scales in favor of work.  I don’t mind really, work is like play for me most of the time.  It’s been nice though having time in the afternoons to play around with capturing light through a lens.  Oh and how could I forget the leisurely lunches I’ve been able to enjoy sitting outside of a sidewalk cafe.  A good book, good food, and excellent people watching.  Life is good.  Is anyone getting tired of me saying that yet?

H&M Sheer Tank//Zzoit Lace Shorts//Thrifted Rosary.

So what have I been doing for the past two weeks?  Well I’ve been living in oversized knit sweaters and obsessing over ‘technically bad’ photographs.  I guess I’ve always been a fan of photography, but until Squarectomy and the need to master (I use that word very loosely) self-portraits, it has only been an ignorant interest.  Now I’m at the point I get to fall in love everyday.  Whether it be with one brilliant photo, or one brilliant artist.  Oh but on to the ‘technically bad’ photography!  Light leaks, sun flare, overexposure, film grain.  Once you know the rules, it is so lovely to unabashedly violate them.