ABOUT ME
Fashion is my wayward boyfriend & it’s complicated. He’s my unparalleled lover, the paramour that I can't break away from. The wanderlust that he causes...The fascination & pleasure that he evokes. I can spend hours on end perusing a Harper's Bazaar that I previously spent hours on end perusing. My lips curve upward in twisted lust as I remember how Pops told me to leave him alone. I didn't listen then, I won't listen now. Even after he gawked at me in high school (You see I was an awkward tomboy with aspirations of being a fashionista. You can’t get more oxymoronic than that). I still followed him off to college (I majored in Textiles & Apparel Management with a concentration in Communications at Cornell University.). I was heart broken when I thought we were over (After I graduated I took the first job that wouldn’t induce poverty & unfortunately it had nothing to do with fashion). I grew & realized we would always be. We are a single soul dwelling in 2 bodies (A little Aristotle for you. Thanks Cornell:). This love is bereft of sensibilities but we have fun & I’m not leaving him alone.
FAVORITE PAST CONTESTANT
I GET MY BEST FASHION-FINDS FROM
Second hand stores (Play nice & i'll tell you which ones)
FAVORITE DESIGNER
Marc Jacobs
MY STYLE IN ONE WORD
Drama
MY MUST HAVE ACCESSORY
Tastefully Gawdy (another oxymoron) Jewelry
