– Kind of like Grey’s Anatomy, but with less corpses. I assume. Inspired by the excellent things organised neatly and thinking about what makes you you aside from your body and mind, and maybe a couple of those fake rapture photos, I’ve put together the anatomy of Rebecca. This is what you get when you take me away. A negative photograph? It’s an interesting concept, nonetheless.
Last time I wrote about my personal style, it was post-quake and full into the the autumn winter collections despite spring being just around the corner. I’ve got lots to say about what’s been inspiring me recently (witch house and sci-fi), but I think I’ll save that for next time. Instead, let’s take a look at what’s in my bag, some make-up and a few outfits too…
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I’ve got to say this first: man, I love my new camera.
Despite spending quite a bit on perfume (Chanel no5, every single day), I love cheap make-up. I think it’s because it reminds of when I was little and first started playing around with colours and painting my my face in different ways. I had a phase last month when I simply couldn’t be bothered to wear any cosmetics – I think I wanted to look like a Swedish boy or something – but now I’m back to my normal routine. This photo is missing a few of my essentials (liquid foundation, highlighter, eyebrow powder, concealer, eyeshadow, lipliner), but it’s fairly representational right now – can’t get enough red lipstick!
What’s in my bag? I left out the old food shopping lists, receipts and train tickets. Oh, and my filofax – I was using it, hence it not being in the photo. Ancient Vivienne Westwood bag from Closet Child with Anna Sui charm, Paul Smith business card/pasmo holder, pen, phone, purse from Artherapie in Marui One, lipgloss, gig flyer designed by a friend, and keys; really old business cards, mameshiba (both of my dear friends have one too!) and a lucky cat that used to be on my mother’s keys – I can’t find them without him. Not pictured: aforementioned rubbish, eco bag, umbrella, more dead pens and old lipgloss.
A project that I was working on a little while ago. I seem to have inexplicable creative urges to attack my stuff. Samuel shares this affliction.
I decided to construct an outfit around the boots; leggings and a vintage t-shirt with a hilarious winged unicorn and lightening. It says ‘American Thunder’ on the back. I think I want to wear it every day. Purple nail varnish and tiny bird: because I can.
Oh my, I love this t-shirt so much. Junya Watanabe for Comme des Garcons. I got it in a second hand shop in Shibuya, and am terrified of spilling something on it. It’s like wearing a picnic blanket. Amazing. Paired with leggings, and Esperanza boots from 109. I am eclectic?
I’ve noticed leggings similar to this pair popping up quite a bit in mode style recently. I really like them, except when I’m being paranoid about my legs. Yes, they may carry me around with ease, but they feel like they’re twice the size of the average Japanese legs. Then I remember that I don’t care. Paired with Esperanza boots and my Favourite T-shirt Ever – a huge old washed black Fruit of the Loom deal that I cheesegrated. I wear it at least once a week.
Mmm, that t-shirt again. No leggings this time though – the star of the show is the shorts! I am very much not a skirt/dress girl, as you can tell by now. These shorts started life as a really long pair of cowboy jeans, no lie. I got them in a local vintage shop, chopped off the legs and dribbled bleach over them. The black dye must have been pretty strong as the colour never really lifted beyond orange. Samuel helped me out by popping in the studs for me, then I picked out a few fibres here and there from the weave and got my claws into the raw edges. And because they were so cheap to make, it means I could spend more on shoes – this is how my personal fashion economics works. (I think these shorts will be up on NOMI at some point in the future)
So there we have it; what’s left after you take Rebecca away? Lots of leggings, a bit of diy, some cheap make-up and the surprisingly pink contents of a handbag. That’s not so bad, is it?