I did it again.
Got lost in the game ... of mimicry.
Holy Britney god I'm good.
In all seriousness, though (or as much seriousness as a sub-par fashion blog of this sort can muster), I've just been copy-catting left and right recently.
And as much fun as it is to admit to you all that my sense of style is slowly devolving into that of those around me (in a cyber sense, of course), I'm growing a bit tired of this inability to be inspired by anything but girls with much cooler closets than my own.
Which is in no way to discount their creative ensembles, I assure you -
only to discount the lack of my own and to fess-up to my own serial inspiration outsourcing.
|Grossest thing you've seen all day? |
|Colby Milano of MoehFashion|
Well... all-white is probably pushing it.
Creams of clashing hues, really.
Creams of clashing hues.
Like 50 shades of grey..but vanilla-er. And asexual. And not the same thing at all.
There's really just something so beautiful about the almost-monochromatic look. Isn't there?
Something simple enough to be effortless, but just un-pure enough to be intriguing.
|sweater: mom's old Benetton (similar), pants: J Brand, shoes: Joe's Jeans (similar & here), scarf: H&M (similar), watch: La Mer|
And obviously the scarf is its own sort of perfection. Any day that I can get away with wearing a blanket as street wear is one worth repeating.
So, rest-assured that tomorrow will include some sort of variation on today's version of outfit mimicry. Because originality is overrated when repetition goes hand in hand with such satisfaction.