Playing Dress Up For a Living

As a child, fashion never came as easily to me as learning how to ride a bike and conquering my backyard did. A tomboy at heart, how I dressed myself was last on my list but one thing that always took my heart were colors. I loved how they worked together and pairing unique combinations. This subtle admiration is in fact one of the key elements towards styling trend-setting and complimentary outfits, yet I had no knowledge of it. Looking back on my high-water bootcut jeans and mud-engrained t-shirts, I could say a lot has changed but one thing that has stayed for the long run is my unique interest for color schemes; I think that one trusting element has kept all my projects relevant. So if you feel like you may not be the best wardrobe stylist or you just are not that adequate to put together your daily outfits, start with the basic color wheel concept. It will be your best friend through this process. Choose the colors across from each other like you would a cute guy across a coffee table (complementary colors), and choose the two next to you like your first friends in preschool (analogous colors). Lastly, if the guy in the coffee shop just isn’t your taste and you were a little socially handicapped in preschool, no problem, choose one color and two shades to match it (tri analogous). Everyone has a chance to be fashionable and tasteful in what they wear, it just takes a little educating. I hope this helps!

Stay colorful and beautiful gals!

xoxo

-A

Valentines Day

Hey gals! Tis the season for bitter pink candies and the extra tug you take at your poor zipper. Everyone would love to be spoiled with flowers and cuddles in February but nothing is better than focusing on yourself. I have been single for eighteen years now and have had my fair share of third wheelin it but knowing that I don’t have to constantly mold my personality to the liking of someone else is refreshing. Being independent is just as refreshing as taking a big deep breath of clean cool air. Someone who is a perfect example of this is a girl I worked with today. Being deeply invested in the fashion industry I directed her poses, facial expressions, wardrobe, makeup, hair, photo, and edit. Here are a couple of my favorites from the album. Enjoy!

Stay confident and independent gals!

xoxo

-A

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Purple Maroon Stones

Like the tints of purple in an amazing article of clothing we are drawn to certain things that create this feeling of lust. Whether it be in a material item or a person, there is lust behind everything. Like fashion, we create these emotions. Emotions that tide our attitude which in turn tide our outfits.

I’m a freshman at VCU and have met my fair share of not so amazing guys on campus just looking for one thing and we all know what that is gals. It’s sad that I’m actually shocked when I meet a nice guy on campus that doesn’t have hidden ulterior motives. However, its safe to say that we are only here for four years and we need to get all these feelings out somehow. A friend of mine told me, “you will never be around this many beautiful people with so much potential and limitless opportunities, so just embrace it.” Sadly, some of us get attached. Wrote a poem for you gals. Enjoy!

Purple, maroon, pink soft, but violent. Yearning to tell a story. Creeping up the long side of his neck. Like stones to a path all simultaneously assorted to hint at something more.

Always getting too invested in the wrong people.

Always letting the small stones trip me into a web of feelings all polar opposite in an immense piece of art.

Concentrating on his familiar lips but glued to his unfamiliar marks.

We see the things that we know will hurt us the most because it is our heart helping us disassociate the wrong people from our lives.

Don’t turn my heart to stone, don’t leave me alone

The waves come crashing down on me

Under the moon is where we will be

Stay strong gals

xoxo

-A

Reasons

“Everything happens for a reason.” A cliché statement that has the pleasure of rolling off everyone’s tongue at some point during the week or month. The slow but consistent stream of soft radio head peels through the loud air in my natural lit room. Picking up my favorite Céline T shirt, I slide it on delicately to avoid smearing my freshly done makeup. Of course my plan does not go accordingly and I demolish my face. Sliding my fuzzy socks (the undone part of my ‘ootd’) across the carpet to be pin-pointed in front of the mirror, I become increasingly mad. Taking a deep breath, I tell myself, “everything happens for a reason,” touch up my face and move on with my day. What if in the extra minute I used to fix my face, I trip in a city pothole and die. I saved myself. Reason.