EARTHIFY.

We all do it

We take an outfit: a piece of clothing, a pair of shoes - 
and we make it 
our own. 

That, as you guys explained after a post on fashion v. art, is what "style" is all about. 

And even though I believe that individual style is so distinct that it can't really be lumped into categories (some days I dress like Madonna, other days like Spiderman) - I find that oftentimes I succumb to a similar set of instincts. 

There's usually a point within the reinterpretation process that I subconsciously say to myself "Gab, this outfit needs a little more .... nature. 
A little more dirt." 

Call it a sartorial manifestation of my Midwestern upbringing, a product of my Pocahontas girl-crush, or just another one of my Hobbit-gleaned habits, but whatever it may be - it's motivated my manner of dressing since before I can remember. 

In fact, I've even given it a name:

"Earthification".

That's right,
I'm an Earthifyer.

There are Sportifyers, Blingifyers, Glamorizers, Hippifyers, Retro-izers, Futurfyers...

but I belong to the unique class of individuals driven to forever derive their inspiration from cows, dead leaves, and tree trunks. 

#classy

I admit that sometimes I do wish my style intuition pulled me towards a more "high fashion" aesthetic - Prada, Louis Vuitton, not hand-made moccasins, etc, etc, - but I am what I am, and just like sir Popeye himself, that's all that I am. 

Not to say things couldn't change. 5 years ago I never would have dreamed that one day I'd feel at ease in an low cut white blouse, but alas, 
here we are

low-cuttin' it up for the whole world to see. 

Good thing my camouflage pants and faux-hiking boots cast me right back into the rustic woods from which I came.

pants, blouse, earrings (similar): Anthro, boots: Lucky Brand

Which would maybe make, like, an ounce of sense, 
if I hadn't been born in a hospital with doctors and nurses and not wolves and stuff.

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Cheers.

photos by sheeds