photos by Kelsey Erin Photography | [shirt] old Mimi & Red [jeans] Gap [Jacket] Zara [pumps] Valentino

I was such a little rebel when I was a teenager. Constantly in detention for talking back to incompetent sub-teachers, taking any opportunity to tell my less evolved classmates what I thought of them, wearing pajamas and zit cream to school-- dirty hair, don't care. I got decent grades and never got in a fist fight, so my parents were never very concerned. They knew I was a weird kid. Honestly, I can't tell if I was straight up awesome or kind of a dick. Regardless, I met The Captain when I was 14 and we started dating when I was 16. I was smitten and as far as I could tell, I had found my lobster. I was done. So I cared even less about trying to impress people. I started walking to the beat of my own drum pretty early on and I honestly think that it was the key to my success. I'm a weirdo, I'm loud, I'm friendly, and I'm a bit of rebel. I don't love rules so much and that's where outfits like this evolve from, not caring. The skulls, the tweed, the angry shoulder pads, and the kick ass pumps. They are all a bit symbolic of that carefree attitude that live for. I love buying a piece of clothing, not because you think it's appropriate, but because it truly speaks to something inside of you… In that way, fashion becomes more like collecting artwork and less like acquiring junk… I'm so unbelievable tired, yet I'm hopped up on a hazelnut latte so I apologize if this post reads like complete gibberish. Happy Wednesday Peeps!!!!!