It feels like I’ve dressed to fulfill MANY different roles in my life. When I first got to France, I was wearing baggy jeans, babydoll t-shirts, and – get this – platform tennis shoes. Yep. Fit right into Monaco’s world of glam! Boyfriend-at-the-time let me know in no uncertain terms that while my style might’ve been ok for an art student in Middle-of-Nowhere, Missouri, I was going to have to step it up a notch or 50 to be taken seriously in any capacity over here. Well that hurt, but he was totally right, of course. Thus began my quest for my inner glamourpuss.
You have people like my sister, Joy, or my dear friend, Evelyn. These women take the most unlikely cuts, patterns, and combinations and somehow make them cutting edge while still professionally appropriate. Between my sis’s natural style sense and her funky modelling haircuts, Joy could be a style icon for sure. Then you have women like my friends Lucy and Candice who are so fit and naturally glamourous, they’d look smoking hot in potato bags, accessorized to perfection with Manolos or Jimmy Choos. I could go on and on with the styles of my friends I admire.
Then you’ve got me. I’m pretty lazy when it comes to fashion. I tend to choose clothes that are easy to throw on, forgivingly cut, pretty fabrics and stylish jeans. Minimalism corresponds well to my fashion sense, as it encourages us as consumers to buy high quality, classic cuts, spending a little bit more on fewer items. Combine this with funky hair and fun make-up, and off I go into the next decade!