Studies in colour for the purpose of defining a personal style
Red is power, dynamic. Blue is cool and controlled. White is innocent purity. The whole aims not to withhold.
A hand held in both strength and friendship. Seen on flags and logos alike.
Warmth and detachment in tension. Maintaining the boldness to strike.
Perfect for company picnics, where small talk will numb limbs and minds.
Dark thoughts erased with soft ice cream, in flavours to help you unwind.
Whenever I go to my local hot dog resto I like to wear a black pleather mini with a yellow tank and a red cardi.
The skirt says I’m hot to trot, while the shoes say I forgot I broke the right heel about a year ago and now I can barely stay upright.
The wide-brimmed hat says it’s that time of year when it’s super sunny but not excessively warm, hence the cardigan which is office-appropriate enough to fill out a TPS report, while the tank top assures you I’ll do so with a sunny disposition.
Casual, chic, elegant. No one can take issue with blue, black, and grey. A somber palette perhaps, but one without fault. Appropriate for early spring, when everything is still dead, but beginning to regenerate.
A black turtleneck top with flouncy cap sleeves implies that I’m about to order a café au lait, even though I don’t drink coffee. This top is much more French than I am, even though I was born in France. It was given to me by an American because she felt she was even less French, and thus unable to wear it in earnest.
The grey A-line midi skirt with black floral detailing is perfect for a stroll through a second-hand book fair, but I read all my books on kindle, so I usually wear this skirt while plotting revenge.
Turquoise tights add a touch of whimsy to this otherwise classic ensemble, making the whole thing appropriately twee for a grown-ass woman with a Twilight Sparkle keychain.
The entire outfit says, yes, I am overdressed for brunch, but let me have this, I have so very little else.