Ladies, you know how you feel kind of nerdy and embarrassed but also KIND OF HAPPY when, like, other fashun-geek bloggery stylist photo whatevz friends show up on your doorstep and you’re all like secretly relieved to be able to say, “Can I still wear these dotted tights or is that a lil too Balenciaga 2k9” and “OMG these shoes are so Marc Jacobs in the 90s I LOVE it” or like some crap about contrast and texture and spout out a list of 14 different nonsequitur cultural and/or style references trying to explain someone’s look or something, without feeling like as much of an asshole as usual? Yeah THAT.
My ever-fabulous friend Alexa was in town this weekend for one last NYC hurrah before she runs off across the pond to London College of Fashion (post fancy’n’useless literature/English degree like me!), which OF COURSE meant we got to, uhm, collaborate on portfolios and practice shoots, which had everything to do with career planning and nothing to do without ever having grown out of playing dress-up and wearing costumes around when we were kids.
Alexa’s New Look-esque bow-print suitcase was full of her usual style, which is heavy on the bright colours, prints, and textures in feminine, vintagey silhouettes. Which means that styling/shooting together meant combining all that neon classiness with my combat boots, black and grey drapery, tough-as-nails shredded and/or metal-accented everything 80s/90s trashtastic postapocalyptic harlot zombie thing, which was kind of a challenge and ALSO kind of awesome.
While I’m still editing some of the photos from our lil’ dress-up sesh (I swear, it was WORK, not us just acting like six year old girls) it’s still worth posting this now since woman got me into a 1.) pastel 2.) printed 3.) floral — with my shredded tights and combat boots of course, though the leather jacket is hers too. 90STASTIC AND AWESOME. Also, lingerie top, what? I can haz cleavage too?
jacket/dress “stylist’s own” lololol
tights aa
boots timberland
