I have been called many a name in my day. Some flattering, some not so much. This week alone, I’ve heard Slugger, Gorgeous, Camel Toe (not all of these are contextual), Doll and Nerd, to name a few. But rarely, if ever, am I referred to as tough. I’m more likely to be called another word for a cat than I am to be called tough or, even better, bad ass. I’m trying to combat this by daily boxing workouts but, let’s face it, even my boxing gloves are pink. I can’t really escape myself. Not that I want to. But, every now and then, I’d like to be seen as a bit of a cool, tough girl. As that is not going to come from my actions, once again I have to rely upon my wardrobe to undergo this temporary character transformation. Enter the hand-me-down, deconstructed t-shirt. Very rock ‘n’ roll , both in it’s homemade, “I couldn’t care less” quality, as well as the fact that it is emblazoned with a huge skeleton. I kept the rest of the ensemble pretty normal, so as not to be mistaken for a trick-or-treater. Lacy bra peeking out says I’m bold and it doesn’t matter who sees. And laces untied because I’m too cool to care (even though the fact that I thought about either of those negates the cool factor all together). The outfit (at least in my own mind) says bad ass. The fact that there is so much effort behind it says not so much. Not that it matters. My cover’s blown the minute they see my killer dog anyhow.
Vintage altered skeleton tank (similar $, similar $), Kelly Wearstler jeans (similar $, similar $$), Kathryn Amberleigh lace-up booties (similar $$, similar $$$), Clare Vivier simple silver tote, bodychain (similar $, similar $$, similar $$$$), Artelier World Cuff, Kelly Wearstler cuff (similar $, similar $$$$), XIV Karats necklace (similar $$$$), Catbird, XIV Karats and ginette_ny rings (similar), Girlactik Matte Lip Paint in Iconic
Photos by Michele LoBosco