What I'm wearing: F21 lace dress, thrifted belt, Fulltilt jacket, Charlotte Russe boots, Charade leggings
Why hello there, my fine feathered friends.
I'm posting again on a Monday (why is my behavior so predictable?!)
And I think after describing this outfit I might go into a small rant... so, you know, take a potty break, grab a water bottle, curl up into a ball, prepare yourself.
Nahhh, I promise it'll be painless. Something I've just been thinking about recently.
To leave you hanging a bit (like you can't just scroll a bit down the page, ha!) I'm going to describe what has adorned my body today.
I have been listening to The Cure and The Cocteau Twins a lot recently, and I think this outfit reflects that.
Plus I'm all angsty and moody from all this freaking end-of-semester homework.
SO obviously when I saw this lacy dress in my closet I knew I had to wear my skellie leggings.
I haven't worn them yet, since I bought them at The Junkman's Daughter in Athens, GA.
(By the way, if you haven't been there, GO, it's such a fantastic place.)
So enough of that, here comes the rant. Ready?
I've been thinking a lot about the fact that I don't have much of a "viewpoint" in a lot of things.
Most people seem to think artists need a direct sense of taste to produce good art.
I do so many things, though! I make music, collages, clothes, short stories, spoken word poems, screenplays, and soon, films! (more on that later, though)
I don't know how I can have such a concrete point of view when I'm changing so often.
Seriously. The things I like change so often I'm left in a whirlwind.
I also never use those security questions that say things like "what's your favorite book?"
Because it changes. Like once a week.
I'm wondering if that's normal, if it's normal to change so often.
Sometimes it leaves me without a "sense of self" but staying the same seems so...
Can't I just be my own silly self?
Maybe people won't seem to recognize my work, but as long as it's good work... right?
Word to your mother,