In the beginning

I remember being a young girl, forever oblivious to a breath-taking culture that would forever be my lover.  The campaign on "how to look and act more like a lady", was headed headed by my suburban Detroit family with roots planted deep in the red dirt of Talladega Alabama.  I continued to be the typical teenage tomboy in my younger years, trying to masquerade the fact that I was becoming an attractive women whether I liked it or not.  Now don't mistake my comment as a boast of verbal arrogance, I am just painting a picture of the birth of my famous quote  "Fashion is my life and life will always be fashionable.

I can still remember the day that I  practiced walking in heels for the first time, or when I fell in love with my first dress and even the time that I realized that over-sized handbags were my secret crush sneaking in my window at night.   There is a cloud of pixy dust that overcomes me when I think about vintage inspired clothing, retro dresses, street and geek chic, indie, 1930's and 50's old hollywood style.  

When you finally realize that what really makes you smile are colors and textures and moving art in the form of fashion, being consumed by this ever-changing world is inevitable.  If the fashion world is NOT!!! where I belong, then why does shopping calm my conscious when tranquility has went on vacation.  How can I utilize the thrift stores as my own personal mix and match wonderland.   I am a women of many faces and styles, never looking the same and forever being inspired by new fashion trends.  In a city like mine, this type of style tends to make you stand out like as a colored peacock in a black and white television.

Detroit's fashion has always been admired by our surround cities.  We have a tendency to have the hoTTest fashion and latest hair styles, but lack in the embrace of individual style.  Label 304's and dope- boy fashion have incarcerated the majority of the areas inhabitants. 

Personally, I have decided to "rage against the machine."  Misusing flaming red lipstick, crossing the color roadblocks and experimenting with styles of fashion that my race would normally disregard as tacky.  Being a rebel is something that has never changed since I was younger, just deciding to point it in another direction brings personality to this city born and country raised FASHIONISTA.   

These are the ramblings of a fashion junky.  I wonder if they will ever find a vaccine or cure, it has to be one of the most deadliest man made diseases ever.  So now you have the cliff notes to the beginning chapter.  I know there are millions of fashion slaves that feel the same was as I do, but what makes me different is my ability to share with passion in my eyes and pumps on my feet.

Sincerely,

Scarlet