I can only admire from a distance what I hope one day will be my own. I am fashions secret admirer, keeping my identity concealed until I gain enough courage to confront it.
In my opinion , you may not even be able to tell that I love fashion as much as I do by taking a glimpse at me. I've become a part of the scholarly world , selling my soul and future financial commitments to the government and the institution that will hopefully provide me with sufficient skills that will one day pay off ( literally). Until then , I humbly accept the position in this world as an admirer. I think this is how true love begins.
The idea is planted and the passion well cultivated. I've been cultivating this passion for years. Ever since I would sit in the salon chair and watch different people come and go from the Astor Place Salon. If you know anything about New York City in the 90's , Astor Place was and still is full of LIFE. It was a center for all things punk/gothic/pop .. you name it! People weren't afraid to be themselves . To screw up . To where a hot pink '12 inch mohawk. It was an awesome place to grow up going to. (I didn't literally grow up there but I went there everyday )
Anyways , I rather not keep writing because I personally hate reading blogs in general unless they are full of pictures. I started writing this blog so I can get a few things off my chest and in hopes of documenting my personal life journey through the medium that I think know best , style.
P.S. You probably won't find any pictures of my own outfits on this but I will most definitely be posting outfits from other places ! It's all about inspiration ;)
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