Vanity

This is me in 3rd grade. I was sick of having bangs so I cut them off myself. My mom was upset and told me she wouldn't fix them. I don't think I cared (but maybe I did. I should ask her if she remembers this event). I hated that cowlick of extra poof on the side of my head and it wouldn't go away. It was there every day.
I wish I had more pictures of me at this time, cause this picture cracks me up!

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Self-portraits. None of these look like me, which is why I must keep practicing.

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aesthetic > vanity

once i unconsciously scribbled, "i'm not interested in being beautiful, i'm interested in leading a beautiful life" into a bedside journal at like 3am and when i found it again recently i thought that it sums up quite well how i view today's topic.

i LOVE clothes. i especially adore black clothing. if i could i would (and when i can i will) spend hundreds on the well-tailored, beautifully-draped black dresses and tops and pants and jackets and shoes and all the dark fabrics that i desire.
but what i honestly desire about them is their value when considering how much thought and craft and vision was put into them, and the sense of draping one's body in a visual costume which represents the inner workings of their mind.

i'm actually working on a project called "the dark files" with my friend and local designer michael lopez to craft four or five great pieces that represent our inspirations and aesthetics and then document these pieces in a variety of ways. we're starting tomorrow, yay

vanity -- st.ofle

I don't know anything about female dress sizes.
Hell, I hardly know anything about women.

but I came upon an article on one of my favorite blogs about how the shape of a woman -- an idea woman -- has changed over the years.

Marilyn Monroe was a size 14.

This is a size 14 today.



Then there's this

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