I think I can be a bit of a style chameleon, in that I don’t really have a distinct personal style. I know what I like and I really know what I don’t like, but other than that, my outfits change as my mood does. As a result, if I’m not in a particular mood, I often find myself staring into my wardrobe with a certain amount of hesitation.
If I had to define my style in just one outfit, I think it would end up being a little something like this. Sharp monochrome with a dash of colour and of course, leopard print.
The heels are a present I was given by my boyfriend Chase for my 25th birthday and due to the almost-ridiculous height and delicate rose gold heel, are yet to go on any exciting adventures. Until then, I will practise teetering around our house in them, like a little girl slopping around in her mother’s heels (it’s almost as terrible and not nearly as cute). Clearly, Indie is much better at walking than me – as you can see, she is capable of getting all four legs off the ground when I can take just a single feeble step. Show off.
PS. I have been getting some questions about my hair lately. The trick to absurd volume is a) never to brush it, b) backcomb the crap out of the roots and c) almost suffocate yourself with hairspray. Works for me!
Photos by Chase. Prancing and kewt factor by Indiana.