I think I was 10. I had these bell-bottom jeans with writing all over them. I thought they were the coolest thing ever, so did my mom. My dad wouldn’t let me out of the house with them on, so I would sneak them out.
Paired with a metallic purple leather jacket and pink velour Dr. Marten boots, I was definitely something to look…. I mean, stare at.
In second grade I wore a cow print skirt with fishnets and a Tina Turner looking wig for Halloween and I was “me” or “Tina Turner” or what ever got me the weirdest look.
I was always that goofy kid that you couldn’t quite understand.
I toned my style down a bit when I got into high school. I just moved from Orange County, CA to Boise, ID and to say it was a culture shock, is a huge understatement.
It wasn’t until my freshman year of college that my style transformed into something sophisticated and unique. I started to appreciate the more technical side of fashion such as the language, theories and trends. Before I knew it, I was writing fashion and telling everyone what to wear.
