It’s difficult to actually put my style into words. When I look in my closet I don’t see a pattern in my wardrobe, except maybe the obsession with the color black.
I am attracted to the beauty of things that go unnoticed and the insane items that people couldn’t fathom the idea of wearing in public. Im not afraid to experiment, but living in a unstylish city I am often misunderstood.
This is my journey to survive the depths of fashion hell ,with bejeweled ed hardy t-shirts, and somehow come out alive, and stylish.