I HAD TO PASS THIS FORWARD

I know the internet is not falling over itself to hear about those precious items I dearly want. But I had to. This tab has been open on my laptop for too long, it hurts.

So instead I'm just gonna put it out there. It is safe, I know I can find it again if ever need be.

Sweater from Les (Art)ists

The website offers a variety of fashion-pop culture icons, whose names probably never graced a sports jersey if we're being honest here, on simple black crew neck sweaters. For whatever reason this tickled me pink. As someone who watched Murakami films obsessively as a child, and even now as an 'adult,' this acknowledgment of support for someone's work is amusing but also intuitive. The meaning behind wearing your favorite sport's players jersey oddly translates to these fashion designers, and musicians, and in this specific case film maker. 

It's a pledge of loyalty and I am so all about it. 

Sum(er)thin' is Changing

I'm just pale enough to not mind.

I hesitate to say this but summer might finally be over. I tried to fight the good fight which for me means choosing clothing despite the heat and cursing myself for these decisions. Living in the city means most people won't take notice of the ramblings of one sweaty girl. 

I recently decided I like pants. After almost ten years of abstaining I realized there was a pant out there for me. Charlie-Chaplin-style-pleated-front-too-big-for-me pants.

I started with a pair in black that literally needed suspenders to hold them up. On a second trip back to the store (Uniqlo) I found the same style displayed in my favorite color. This time I got a size closer to my own. I have all but vowed to wear them until they fall apart.

A promise I am just dirty enough to make good on.

While my favorite color has historically changed as often as the shade of my hair, Forrest green has somehow secured that section of my heart loped off for colors and seasons, and all the things we thought, as kids, made us individuals.

It was during this transformation that I came upon a website called WildFang. Advertised as clothing for the tomboy, I instantly fell in love with everything on the website. I haven't bought anything yet, but I have included in this post images of a blogger they highlighted who's style is simply enviable. And in so many words is a representative of what the website is trying to capture.

Looking at her blog I wondered why it has taken me so long to get to this place. It is as if my closet has done a complete 180. Since Middle School I have been the weird girl who wore someone else's old floral dresses. But as the stores stock their shelves with bright flowery options I find myself drifting away. The overwhelming elation that cotton frocks used to bring is gone. I don't hear blossom dearie when I run my hands over all the bows, in fact I don't even let me hands wander.

So this is post number one. The deep psychological dig to find what it is in me that has changed.

The blogger is Nadia Sarwar, or FrouFrouu. It was incredibly difficult to pick just a few images so instead I leave you with this teaser and a link to her site. Not only is she quite capable of pulling off an awesome outfit, she's also a photographer in her own right.

On a cold sleepy day like today I highly recommend bingeing on some very inspiring images.