Perving on Stevie Nicks and her clothes Porn.

Oh the joys of the English wintertime! Goosebumps, to many layers, red faces and hands and skin blasted either by the cold or central heating. Joys. So after a decidedly dull day at work yesterday spent perving on pictures of Stevie Nicks.... dam you and your albility to wear a cape AND a top hat and not look like a prick. And Janis Joplin via Pinterest to keep myself from slipping ini the realms of despair. I decided in order to survive these desperate winter months to dress in a manner which plants me right back in California circa 1967! Well if it was chilly in California, details whatever?! That's the beautiful thing about putting on clothes every morning. Beyond keeping you warm they are a medium of which to express a feeling, project a vibe or evoke feeling of another time. Fantasy basically. And it worked, yeah I'm stood in Brighton in front of council flats, this is my reality, but in my mind I'm at some hippy festival in the late sixties. Deffo not going to spend the evening superimposing myself onto a picture of Woodstock. Not going I do that..... 

Style train.

I'm basically missing some velvet flares and a floppy felt hat from my life right now. This is why this outfit happened. It's a channelling of Jimi Hendrix, if he was a female and alive today then he maybe would wear this kind off get up. Probs not a punky David Bowie t shirt if anything he would be digging Mick Ronson. Who knows maybe he did. Anyway I'm so on a 60's/70s stylistic train right now and it's so nice to acknowledge your direction and go with it, it will change drastically once again and it will just seem like a hazy clothed dream. 

Mirage of colour.

Look at this a blatant throw everything on in some mild late sixties manner. But I love it, I love this nightie like cheesecloth dress, this eighties felt hat, and mandarin style shirt. All great pieces, lush colours! Clothes should have humour, a massive sense of fun, be a pleasure to wear and a visual statement of what you are loving that day. If you focus on this then getting dressed can always be a complete sensory activity, not a chore. Go forward enjoy clothes!  

Product of surroundings.

Check me out, yesterday on the beach, no make up, hair down, wearing my homemade clothes. A weekend spent working at a cute little festival has brought out my inner chilled clearly. About time too since I spent the whole time totally stressing about EVERYTHING. Anyway it's interesting how any new surrounding affects your creative flow, much more than we realise and a tinge of inspiration can find us months later from a hint of a memory we have. This however is just me have a rare day off and actually not caring as much. Makes a change! Don't forget just because its an off day doesn't mean that you still can't look just as interesting. Just a more relaxed version! 

Oh you pretty things.

 

I have not worn make up for five days now, I have had an eye infection, and you know what? its been ok! But I'm really starting to miss it. Its a security blanket, a mask of confidence and prettiness and it also helps me transform my face to fit whatever look I want it too. It's been odd. Todays outfit went down a bit of a hippy thirties vibe (if that even exists)  I am actually obsessed with this robe that I made this time last week. It pretty much goes with everything. I am so excited to wear this look with a ton of dark eye make up and dark red lippy, a bit vampy. But in the mean time we all I think need to embrace how we look naturally. Everyone has something beautiful about them. Even if we cannot see it our self.