Believe it or not, the first iteration of this blog on Tumblr started in anticipation of our first trip to Japan, as a way to showcase my very first #OOTDs (linked a couple of those right HERE, HERE and HERE, as if I needed a more direct way to access the embarrassing photos of me out there). Asia had always been a place I wanted to visit as a child. Even if at the time I often found myself afraid of the unknown when traveling, none of those fears were ever correlated to the literal other side of the world. Because we were going to be traveling all around China and Japan I did try to pack smart tourist gear, but let’s not kid ourselves, I wasn’t going visit the world’s most avant garde capital of fashion in TOMS (though TOMS are great, really, no shade). It was 2012 and I was always in Zara and all about pastel tweed and denim, so funny enough not much has changed.
This time around, I just took my love of pastels to the next level, my literal roots. These photos were taken mere minutes after I dyed my locks myself in our hotel bathroom. BTW if anyone from the Peninsula Hotel reads this I’m really sorry about those pink towels, the box said it would come out. Though I didn’t fall in love my blush locks instantly (I was actually kinda nervous I was going to hate them the next day), I grew more and more fond of them with every passing fashion moment and hairstyle. I miss them to this day. Seriously considering going Lavender, what do you think? In any case, this was our first evening out in Tokyo since our last visit 6 years prior, and I cannot believe how much we missed out on then. More to come on that in the next posts, but for now here are some photos of me in a Sailor Moon shirt on our way to a crazy night out in Shinjuku.
Zara suit, Urban Outfitters “Sailor Moon” shirt, Louis-Vuitton “Bum Bag”, and Balenciaga “Derby” boots.
I know what you’re thinking. We read the title Claude…are you really going to dedicate a whole other blog post on the colour pink and how Edward Cullen enamoured you’ve been with the hue this summer. No, but I had to address how fun those rose coloured glasses are, am I right? Everyone go out and invest in cheap coloured lens glasses, really funks up an outfit. For a fashion blogger I really don’t make recommendation or statements like that one often…which brings up the questions…what in the world is it I blog about then?
I always look at my fellow fashion feens in the blogger-sphere, and how lifestyle, health, fitness, and tip friendly they are an wonder…have I been doing it wrong all along? I know I preach about never comparing yourself to others and just doing you all the time, but a girl sometimes wonders you know. Have I been addressing my audience with the wrong topics? Instead of keeping you guys up with my current neuroses and thoughts of the week should I have been sharing 5 ways to style a pyjama blouse, or what lip colour is like… “the it shade” for fall.
I just never gave myself the authority to tell anyone how they should wear their clothes or which trendy items they should be buying right now. To me styling and fashion is such a clear way of expressing your individuality, mood, and telling the world who you are, that it would feel wrong to even suggest how you guys should choose to dress. Sure, I like when you inspire yourselves from my OOTDs, and get tons of warm and fuzzies when I’m tagged in photos of you guys wearing pieces I wore, but mostly I love that you make them your own. So, I guess that’s what the blog post was about today. Individuality, and celebrating the things in life that bring us together yet set us apart…like fashion. How I managed to turn a post about pink glasses into another preachy rant I’ll never know….
Urban Outfitter sunnies, Christian Dior tee, Zara skirt, Loewe bag, and Celine flats.
Fishnets in the desert. A year ago no one would have understood it, this year everybody (your mom included) is wearing them to Coachella. Just think of the tan lines…That being said, this is probably my favourite look from last weekend. After purchasing my Palm Springs LV backpack and desert boots, I knew I’d have to come up with something to make them work for the first festival weekend of the season. A vintage Tee from our trip to Austin last year came to mind immediately. Colour scheme was perfect and I’d never have the cojones to wear it with fishnets anywhere else.
It wouldn’t be a festival without some kind of tasteful and non-offensive headdress. Last Coachella I had the chance to wear a beautiful feather crown by Amaroq, so this year I approached them to design a new crown. One crown to rule them all! That’s a Lord of the Rings reference btw…I digress. After talking crystals and metals for a few weeks, the incredible piece that was sent to me took my breath away. If I could I would wear it every day….like even right now…if I wasn’t too lazy to get out of bed to grab it to put it on, I would.
Finally When the weekend started approaching I started to browse the world wide web looking for dinky accessories that would bring the festival vibes to the look. Seriously though, I should start a website called “shit you’ll need to look like everybody else at Coachella”, and sell nothing but fake septum rings and bejewelled face stickers…I’d make a fortune. Because my Givenchy nose ring and necklace didn’t make me feel like Goldmemeber enough yet, I added some gold sticky things to my face. Taaadaaaa. The Inception of a Coachella look occurs.
Amaroq crown, Glasses and fishnets from Urban Outfitters, Body Bauble face bling, Givenchy nose ring and necklace, Vintage tee, and Louis-Vuitton backpack and boots.
Let me start this rant by stating that I have an aversion to taking myself seriously, therefore shooting these posts is horribly embarrassing. I do not enjoy pouting in the streets of international capitals while groups of people stare and wonder WTF it is I am doing. Taking these pictures at night adds a new level of difficulty to this already frustrating game. After running around London from show to show, and eating/drinking my weight in fish and chips and ale, the last thing I wanted to do is slap some powder on my face, suck it in and pose. There goes my self esteem. You would think that having my better half be the one behind the lens may be soothing. WRONG. Truth is having practice and being comfortable fighting with your photographer, only intensifies anger. So here I am ladies and gents having the time of my life holding poses, and sweating up a storm, swearing at the person I love the most, while strangers laugh at me. You think you know, but you have no idea…If you didn’t get that you have confirmed that I am in fact gettin’ ancient. All kidding aside, besides instances like this one, documenting what I wore on ours travels and sharing all these experiences with you, is the most rewarding “job” i’ve ever had…so thanks for reading y’all.
My necklace gave me a rash…
Nasty Gal hat, Urban Outfitters necklace, Rehab tank, H&M Conscious Collection blazer, Hudson “Union Jack” jeans, and Chanel ring, bag and wingtips.