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It’s been… a while. And the end of summer has proven to be less than inspiring for how I choose to present myself. I feel less than grounded in my own style (which is something I talk about a lot) and have been tending to resist items that people associate with me.
I have a bit of a love/hate relationship with this dress. I can objectively acknowledge that it’s “cute,” but maybe that’s not what I want right now? I find myself wanting to break rules. I want to not feel like I need to hammer out some definitive idea of my personal style. Maybe that’s why I broke so many of my outfit-picture-taking guidelines: inside, not standing up, artificial lighting.
But I suppose that clothes are inherently boring when there is no meaning behind them or no story or no fully fleshed out vision. My attention gets drawn hard and fast to those items that are on the cusp of trending, but in the end they’re lacking and that initial attention grows into something far more bitter. And it turns out that maybe what I want is for my presentation to be in constant flux- because I want narratives.