I pretty much wear clothes by pulse and haphazard. I rarely plan on what to wear not unless there is a pressing reason to plan for one or if matters call for it. I know a piece is for me at first glance and my preference for clothing is usually the ones that people find, kind of creepy and distasteful.
I like dressing up as if I came out from one of Anne Rice’s novels and I like my long, jet-black hair disheveled as it is. It usually fool people because of the sides that are intended to look short. Nothing poetic, it’s just how it is.
Disclaimer. If by any chance you pass by my blog here and you see some semblance, don’t bitch about it nor feel special. The universe is far too great for me to take the time to copy you. My hands are full and if you really need to bitch, fine. You win.