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instagramification

i'm not sure why, but i've started sharing glimpses of my wardrobe on my instagram feed. i guess it's partly a way of indulging my real first aesthetic love, which is clothing and textiles [assuming you consider footwear part of that]. i'm fascinated by clothing and its ability to act as a form of expression as well as a practical protection against the elements.

most people tell me i have a "distinctive" style, which i think is a polite way of saying that i don't dress like an adult in their mind. dom has pointed out that i have a particular affinity for things that are asymmetrical or draped, which does give me a kind of distinctiveness. i think that there's something to both of those points of view. i simply don't look like most people my age even if i were to try and i like things that hang a bit funny.

i always have a weakness for things that have a patchwork quality to them. i love things that include a lot of different fabrics. [little note :: pieces of clothing that have a lot of different fabrics in them and that sit asymmetrically are awesome at disguising things that you might want to hide from public view.]

anyway, here's a rather bizarre tour through stuff i've been wearing lately...

think this was the first time i showed off a pedicure this year.


have i mentioned how much i love hats? i do. 


i always want to dance the flamenco in this one...


i was exploring this possibility that i might be able to wear yellow, even though i've spent my whole life assuming i couldn't. turns out, this got me a lot of compliments. weird...


i love little embellishments...


this was the most awesome umbrella ever, like carrying the sun with you all the time. then the wind killed it. 


i've developed an addiction to the cheap earrings on sale at my drug store. seriously, they're worth their weight in gold, but cost their weight in tin foil...


yeah, this is a snapshot of the dress i wore to the "conversion" premiere. you can check out the rest of my look here


how could i not love something that looks like antique purple wallpaper? got this one at the sadly defunct betsey johnson store in montreal. 


clogs. awesome five inch high clogs. who else but fluevog? 


someone referred to this as looking serpentine. i'm ok with that...


teal and lace. why not?


this skirt is such a spring green that i almost feel guilty wearing it during the summer. 


i thought that the olde fashioned filter set off my fringe very nicely, thank you. 


this skirt is about four blocks across when i hold it out all the way. 


tomato red is really the colour of summer. 


i always love little embellishments, embroidery, what have you...


if you'd like to join me on instagram and see what random photos of clothes, cats and who knows what else, please feel free to do so... right here

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