Oh, hey, y'all! Guess who ran into a
real live model in Williamsburg? This guy! (Thank God the "normals" are artfully blurred in the background - I don't even know how they got out of their cages.) I'm in love with this shot for a slew of reasons, the least of which is that it looks like she travels around with her own wind machine. She was really sensational to work with for five minutes in the street; professional models are professionals for a reason, apparently. Her outfit speaks to a lot of what I've been thinking about regarding my personal wardrobe since arriving in NYC. I've done a lot of window shopping because, wait for it -
I love clothes - and have felt inspired to pare things down and dial back the effort until my look is pretty much a uniform. Part of it is economical - the city is expensive as crap and having a few pieces in the most basic hues that I can wear every other day and, let's be honest, just Febreze when they get stank, would be great. Black is also already the uniform of a lot of sexy cool people and I want to learn their secret handshake.
Also also, I got a little stir crazy this weekend (staying in to save money, sexy!) and gave the blog a facelift. Not that there was anything wrong with the incredible art by
Jordan Owens, but when design majors go unemployed...plus, I finally got a dot com!
