I'm now continually torn and feel a tinge of doubt as to whether self-indulgent outfit pictures are worth bunging up given that I stand accused of not proffering enough beyond-moi interesting material on the blog. Two minds are whirring around simultaneously but gah… what the heck…I'm so excited about these pictures I've developed from a roll of film and a disposable camera that I'll plunge head first into the self-indulgent picture pool and not look back. The excitement comes not because the subjects are particularly amazing but because I literally haven't taken rolls of film to a Snappy Snaps in about…. err….TEN years?!? Not since art GCSE I believe…
The first two snaps come from a roll of film that has been 'rolling' around for months, taken around the time when snow hit London and stopped the city from functioning properly…
(Vintage Balenciaga coat, Uniqlo heat tech top, American Apparel leggings, grey socks, Yookoo cosy used as hand muff, grey suede platforms, vintage bag)
The second two were taken on a Passion Pit promo disposable camera on the weekend just gone when it was pretty intensely sunny during the day with whispers of autumn blowing in at night.
(Y-3 floppy hat, Primark grey jersey jacket, vintage black corset, Alexander McQueen navy cape worn as skirt, Michael Angel leggings, Office sequin shoes)
I'm going to be hideously obvious and grossly overdue and answer that old standard pressgang question "What inspires your style?" now by saying seasons and seasonality really does factor in a lot to what I'm wearing and moods of outfits shift dramatically with the temperature difference of five degrees in either direction. I feel somewhat pressurised to give a vaguely arty farty answer to that
inspiration question when most of the time, it really is JUST the
bloody weather that inspires an outfit.
There's something about physically holding and inspecting pictures in the flesh that for some reason makes the idea of 'seasons' resonate even more with me. I remember the snow instigating gigantic bulky layers and my wearing a hide-it-all big coat. How grey was a colour of choice because I literally wanted to match the grotty dirty snow that the initial drift disintegrated into.
Then of course the sun over the bank holiday weekend forced the Y-3 hat to come out and by choice, I was thinking the Michael Angel leggings needed sun to back up its vivid colours. The first whiff of chilly wind on Sunday night meant that tights had to come out even though I've gone bare-legged for waaay long.
There you go. Boring cat is out of the bag. Sadly the answer to the inspiration question isn't "I wanted to feel/look like a 1920s' English aristocrat that is on the edge of committing suicide due to a floundering bisexual husband with debt problems…" and I've basically answered that ol' chestnutty question in a very image-based roundabout way…