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.

As examples:

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