Do you ever feel like you're stuck in a style rut? You know, skirt + blouse, pants + cardigan, jeans + tee, blahblahblah boring. I hate that.
When I do feel that way, I look elsewhere for style inspiration--usually to my fellow bloggers or recent designer collections. I was procrastinating doing research and checking out some of my favorite blogs, when I came across a photo from Dries Van Noten's Spring 2010 collection.
I immediately remembered a
Monday marked the start of the very first Cincinnati Fashion Week, a 5-day extravaganza of parties and events designed to entertain and provide me with an excuse (finally!) to break out the Giuseppes.
It's also the week of article submission deadlines for the upcoming issue of Style Sample, so posting will either be very heavy (if I manage to get my ish together), or very light (if I collapse into a quivering mass of nerves), depending
April 9, 2010
In
C'est Ma Vie
By
tamia
I'm finally taking the time to post some of the images from the Stop Traffick Fashion photo shoot last month. This time, they're all of meeeeee!
It's kind of weird seeing my ta-tas all up in the camera, and the last image is maddeningly similar to a photo of my mother from the 70's. However, I loved the t-shirt I wore--very soft material, well cut, and everything is 100% fair trade. Definitely a must-have.
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Emily of Stop Traffick Fashion, which sells bags, jewelry, and soon clothing (woo-hoo!) made by survivors of human trafficking, asked a couple of her friends to model for a photo shoot. Being the vain, attention-seeking ham that I am, I immediately said yes!
We set out early on a very rainy Saturday morning to get our hair and make-up done by Millicent at The Wild Hare Salon. Millicent also happens to be a fine artist, and
For the past several seasons, fashion has been all about tough-girl grunge chic, replete with biker-inspired leather and spikes. "We're in a recession for chrissakes!" everyone exclaimed. Cue the shaggy hair, kohl-encircled eyes, and slashed and shredded clothing that looked like it barely survived the apocalypse; all finished off with four-inch platform stripper heels.
NYFW, Fall 2009
It makes me tired thinking about it, and I'm a pretty hardcore strong-willed bitchy type. Maintaining such a defensive stance
