I am a romantic, with every frill, ruffle, and bow attached. But with both feet firmly planted in my third decade, I’m ready to renounce “cute” in favor of a slightly more sophisticated “pretty.”
|a catalog of where I’ve been|
And while I’m open to letting my pumps go nude, I cling to my narrative roots. I want storytelling to be a part of my dress and enchantment to underlie every garment I select.
So I began with a rigorous analysis of the signature style spectrum. Prisms split light into seven categories ranging from red to violet, I have dissected fashion into the following five flavors.
True, purity can be luxurious: Missoni’s bohemianism, Gucci’s drama, Chanel’s traditionalism, Valentino’s romance. But I intend to blend. What I want is a style hybrid, a sophisticated breed made of my own natural selection.
|tailored lines intersect natural motifs, sharp outlines blend with bohemian overtones|
|perpetually girly at an unrelenting party, a blushing bold|
|vivid feminity, neatly organized whimsy|