A glympse

Some could say that my looks are for the minimalist. I rarely have a bag, jewelry, or really anything that is considered an accessory. To me, shoes are my accessory, and they're what can bring a pop of color or tie the entire outfit together. 

 This is my very first outfit post, so lets see how this goes....
First off, this entire outfit (I'm proud to say) is a product of thrifting! i love thrifting, its amazing. You can get things that are cooler than some things in retail, and they save you a some money, so you can buy more cute stuff!
The crop top is vintage express, and the high waisted, thick, cotton skirt is vintage as well. Then lastly the shoe is an older model of the popular Seychelles.
Clearly this photo was not taken two days before Christmas, but its one of my favorites. It was taken on a cool day in April, and is a fun outfit to sport when the weather calls for it.

Stay Swanky, Xoxo

new look

So my mom was taling to me the other day about fashion blogs. Although my words about being alternative in a place where everyone conformes to a specific idea of whats hot and not, i felt as though maybe i should post what i wear on a daily. so... THIS JUST IN: BLOG SHIFT! there will most likely be my opinions on here as well, yet we al know that can get a little tedious. now this will be something i love to do, and also helping with common fashion problems and techniques. (which is something i also love to do) So watch out world!! here i come.

Swank, xoxo

Staring is Caring

Today. February 13th, 2013. I did the unthinkable. 
Dare I say it.... but I wore overalls to school, which is major gasp status, and oddly results in a lot of either unintentional, or uncontrollable stares.  The stares come from the people that dont really talk to like that, but the people who do speak with somehow feel obligated to share with me how "trendy" me are. First, I hate that word "trendy", it reminds me of a movie based in like the 60's or something where people wore a bunch of hairspray, had pigtails, and wore dresses all the time as if we're living in a never ending church vortex. Secondly, I wouldn't mind the word, and would, with even more excitement then I already have, reply with an immense of joy IF the didn't say it with a look of utter pain and disgust on their face! im like its okay, I'd rather you not say anything at all, than watch you almost spontaneously combust just trying to tell me a forced compliment that you really don't want to say. 

I've come to the conclusion that most of my friends try to be supportive of my "interesting" fashion choices. But feel as though they just dont understand this little thing called: not caring. In my school there are only a few acceptable things, and when you stop fitting the mold you stop being cool, you stop benig popular. I for one, have somehow successfully managed to stay eccentric, and still have friends! Its as if anyone who has ANY alternate form of self expression, are then ostracized from the community and made to look like "weirdos."(another word I dislike.. I personally prefer unique) The singers are still cool, the artists, and musicians, and actors, are still cool, but once I start showing you my art form its not accepted? But honestly Im blabbering at this point. The only people who are obnoxious like that are the lax brooooos and football players so I digress . everyone else seems like they want to try to be expressive through fashion, but are just scared of those two groups of peoples thoughts. I've been told numerous times that I have "mad balls" and I thank you for my new found compliment. But you see, there's another thing I call "the appreciation of abnormality."

 I dont desire, at all, to be like everyone else. And when people stare, give me forced compliments, and then question my reasonings for what I wear, it gives me even more confidence. No girl or guy should EVER think anything of staring. People generally stare because you're doing something out of the ordinary.... which is awesome. You should thank the starers. They're your biggest fans, because they are the ones who care enough to bring you your attention. As if you are a measly word on a boring page page and they are the highlighter. They chose you to put the emphasis on, and not only did they do that, but they told their friends! So now everyones highlighted you, so shine bright. 

The fact that I stand out, the fact that people are paying attention to me creates this never ending hootspa that I continue to carry with me inorder to influence others; and communicate to them that hey, if you want to dress like a modern version of someone out of a 90's TLC music video with overals, and a big sweatshirt,and some type of hat.............  You're not alone. 

Swank, xoxo

First and foremost

Swanky, sixteen, and and totally submerged into the world of fashion. Im just a regular high school girl(at a Quaker school), and with regular high school comes, of course, the *dun dun dun*..... regular fashion.Lets be honest. we're all kinda over cami's under v necks, wearing those oh so fabulous classic camel Uggs EVERY day, and the immensely glorified... wait for it.... North. Face. Jacket. Like com'mon people, lets think outside the box? or maybe even cut a hole in it and peer through like a window. Im fine with peering. Peering is good.

Although... speaking of a box reminds me of my fabulous life motto: "always keep one foot out of the box" now, you're probably wondering what sense this makes.. so let me explain. The one foot inside gives you room to wear your Uggs, be part of whats hip in school, and follow up with those trends that everyone is involved with. The one foot out is whats interesting. That one little foot, is your foot of dreams, your foot of fun, experiment, and wonder, and individuality. we love that foot. embrace the foot.  Sometimes you just have to be the trend setter, the one that does something (heaven forbid) different! Just try it.. and tell me how it goes. you'll get a kick from finding out who your biggest fans are. 

I really dont have a perfectly drawn out plan for this blog. As of now it's sort of an etch A sketch whose horizontals and verticals don't make perfect sense. It could go anywhere from how a rando chick dressed in school that day... to my ideas of how I'll hopefully intern for Vogue one of these days. Right now I just can't wait to see who listens :)

Swank, xoxo