blue fringe

these are my new party shoes. i'm in-lovezells with them. they're pretty and elegant in the front, but at the back - it's a party. these babies are esdra and are super comfy. also - i graduated this past weekend (yay!). i'll be sharing some of the pictures with you as soon as i'm done editing. 

have a blue-tiful day! 

xxx

are fashion blogs making us all the same?

i am a lover of fashion. i tend to think of it as art in motion. even with that, i'm not a slave to fashion but love seeing how trends evolve. a year or so ago i discovered fashion blogs when i had this crazy idea of starting an online magazine. there are many amazing fashion bloggers out there, but one thing i noticed is that most of the style being focused is  the same.

it got me thinking, what specific trend or style defines this era? the era of liberation and free information. the sixties gave us tailoring and made us appreciate a good suit, the seventies introduced us to bell bottoms, all things high waisted and spandex and the eighties encouraged us be rebellious by mixing and matching bright colors with a hip hop inspiration and embracing a punk rock influence. 

this era, i feel that we have gone back to our roots, embracing and loving all things vintage. we've gone demure, yet bold. romantic, yet fierce. never has the world been so open to the idea of people going over the top (ala the late alexander mcqueen) so go over YOUR top. i feel like this is a time where its perfectly acceptable to completely express yourself. we're all desperate to be individuals, to be different - that we're all ending up "different" but the same different. maybe this one of the things that comes with the era we're in? i believe - and my belief is nothing new, its been preached many times before - that we should draw inspiration from the images we see, but tweak them to remain distinctly individualistic. and individualism is a by-product of introspection.

columnist zahrah mohammed said "creativity and freedom of expression through ones medium of clothes can help mould a person. it enhances their personality and assures them that they are who they WANT to be". i couldn't agree more. no one man should be told what to wear or be a slave to trends. individualism has never been hotter than it is now. we're not on an assembly line, don't allow yourself to be squashed into a box. whether it be through your clothes, your thoughts and opinions and interests.

through this blog, i've always tried to ensure that all the amazing individuals i see are captured, shared with the world and appreciated. even if and especially if they are different from me or what i'm used to. i won't ever quit.

have a lovely day!

photo diary: khuli chana in p.e

this past sunday, my girlfriends and i went to the first 'chase sundays' party in port illy and khuli chana was in the buuuuuuilding! such an amazing day, i'm still replaying it over in my head. khuli looked dapper in his bottle green jeans and denim shirt. i wore a loose white shirt from mr price, checkered blue and white high waisted pants from my mom, platforms from rage and a brown vintage oversized clutch bag. for some reason, i didn't take a single full length picture. rookie mistake.

shoes...friend or foe?

tabitha simmons' bathtub full of shoes

i am a lover of shoes. i know no discrimination when it comes to shoes - monochrome or colorful, flat or sky high, new or old, pricey or bargain, it's all the same to me. when i was 12, the summers in stillwater were ridiculous! i'm talking frying-your-eggs-on-the-sidewalk-hot or boiling-tea-in-a-jar-hot! my mom and i would go shopping for essentials and i would purposefully leave my shoes in the car, run and skip all the way to the mall burning my feet JUST so Mama Mash would feel sorry for me when we had to walk back to the car and get me a new pair of shoes! this only worked twice, but you can understand just how far i was willing to go only at age 12, for a new pair of shoes.

 i can't remember when my love-affair with pretty soles began but ever since i've been of sound mind, i've been told that my love-affair is a destructive one...that "i will go broke and live in my shoes" (though that isn't completely impossible...there was once an old lady who lived in a shoe, right?) and i have had to calm down. i now have a new policy; if i get a new pair of shoes, i choose to give one away/buy one for someone that needs a pair. 

but the reason i'm writing this is not to go on and on and on about my love for shoes and how i don't want to end up like carrie bradshaw (i.e. asking my best friend to pawn her engagement ring so that i can pay off my debt - that is just cruel) but to sort of explain what goes on in my head (heart & feet) when i get a new pair of shoes. you see, my logic is simple. everyday, we get up and go on with life, taking on all of life's champagne bubbles and sometimes flat, hot beer - all with our feet supporting us every step of the way (hehe). our shoulders don't carry the weight of the world, our feet do. and what better way to say thank you to our pillars of strength than with a  (sometimes) comfy, beautiful pair of shoes?

of course the thank you gift to our pretty walkers needs to be within reason. one should never consider selling a body part to buy a pair of shoes. i can't imagine loving a pair of shoes that cost me a kidney, or happiness or anything else of value. but i do think that feet (and so many people cringe when they think of them) deserve a little love. and nobody should ever go without a pair of shoes.

love to you!

silk savvy

mama mash (my mom) on the right with her friend.

yes, her ivory pants are silk.