I have Selfie-Phobia, phone photos literally scare me more than cockroaches. Glancing in the mirror is generally an alarm-free event, but should I unintentionally activate a phone camera’s malicious lens on my own strangely shadowed face. which I can only describe as partially decayed, I have to hold back gasps. I didn’t become a stylist because I secretly yearned for a spot on America’s Next Top Model. But I will tell you that I feel a lot better staring down a camera lens if I’m wearing a color that minimizes the effects of pregnancy hormones and lack of sleep on my skin. And if a good color can help me to hold a legitimate Facetime conversation with my New Zealand stationed parents instead of cringing at my supposed digital likeness the entire time, fashion is instantly transformed from superficial to substantial.
photo by Red Poppy Photo
