wearing: top from MarketHQ, American Apparel pants, rucksack c/o Grafea, sunglasses c/o Zooq, nike shoes, topshop rings. Photos by my dad.
I realized the true absurdity of blogging when I had discovered my attachment -not towards an item of clothing or an accessory- but towards a wall. A freaking wall! I requested a detour from grocery shopping so we could shoot in front of this surface....weird huh? Of course, that doesn't mean i'm not attached to the banalities one would associate with fashion blogging; these shoes for example, are a size too small and i still manage to convince myself at least once a week for a full day that they'll "stretch".
But never before have i ever really associated myself with pants, in particular trousers. Definitely shorts, even jeans, though never actually a pleated pair of trousers have been consecutively worn that i've begun to relish the feeling of not wearing skinny jeans. Yes, i'm getting lazy- my most worn shoes are sneakers and i prefer a backpack to the regular purse any day (hands free for eating, simultaneous gadget holding and picture taking y'know?) but i've realized that's the way i like it.
And just so i can be a whole new level of Dr. Phil; things change. A year ago I detested jellybeans with every fibre of my being and today i discovered that they're pretty nice in a plastic colorful, quick sugar happy pills sort of way. I don't really know where i'm going with this but i guess recently i've been stuck with what my style is, and what i should be doing to dress like a ''blogger". Yet, I feel pretty good eating handfuls of jellybeans (both hands...backpacks win) in billowy (compared to skin-tight denim) pants in sneakers. This doesn't mean i'm 100% pleased with how i dress, nor do i even know what my style is and how to describe it. But it's transitioning and experimenting with it for a while will be pretty fun.
Ok, essay's over (I'm guessing no one even read up to here so it doesn't really matter what i say).