I for one relish those moments where humans are allowed to be themselves for just but a moment and pull off that pair of moonwalker inspired boots from the dusty corners of your closet or revive a previous love for mid-length dresses.


To be honest, Madonna never really recovered as a prime entertainer after peaking in the 90’s where her merits as a phenomenal stage presence were not enough to save her despite noted hit singles that were carried more by her backing gospel choir. But she stil had me shrug a “maybe” once or twice with a little enthusiasm and considered holosexualism (glossy tacos anyone?) and fishnet stockings as an alternative for awhile instead.

And very much like the rainbow coded floppy disks I begged my parents for my 12th birthday, these entities represented the many pivots of socially constructed parameters that concluded ‘kitschy chic’ a thing of the past and possibly a occasional #tbt token for the future.

We are creatures of habit, no?

There will always be a chronicled event to look back to for inspiration. Or an aspiration to want to redo something better to suit modern times, something that I’ve never related so hard to and felt so torn between the dimensions of the old and new. Pre-puberty days of physically resembling a small boy up to now, I still look like one despite my many attempts in the past to prove that I may have had a feminine streak in me that my Grandmother may have been proud of.

Albeit nailing that peak bra-less (hey-oh) and chipped nails vibe that one tends to subsist on after dropping down for a squat or two,

 it’s confusing to follow where one belongs to on

the entire fashion spectrum on some days. Ditto for Madonna’s many phases over the years along with the costs of looking so apathetic all the time.

Perhaps Gaga shines a better light on demonstrating aspects and emotional phases of herself over the years and not giving a crap about anything else. She worked the hell out of a disco ball and no pants as I remember.

Every woman has the right to celebrate her body. It’s okay to crave a provocative look whenever you deem appropriate. I for one relish those moments where humans are allowed to be themselves for just but a moment and pull off that pair of moonwalker inspired boots from the dusty corners of your closet or revive a previous love for mid-length dresses.


But before you expel your razor sharp senses to judge and cry about a teenager’s maturity in question, maybe consider a figure hugging dress as a woman’s gameplan to accepting every part of your body for what it was. Because it certainly took a lot of guts to squeeze back into one and feel good about it for yours truly. Not that I needed much help with this gorgeous little number in the first place.

Which part should you flash and what should you slyly hint to with clinging fabric? Should you wear heels to elongate your legs or keep it casual with sneakers?

Decisions decisions. Charmed, I am sure of alternative stylings with outfit repeaters no matter it’s appropriateness. Consider taking that Monet stance if you agree to disagree. Suspend all external thought to ask if you are comfortable in what you’re wearing.

And that should always be a resounding yes.

feat. Georgina’s Premiere CollectionArtermis Dress in black

shot with Canon 6D with 24-105mm lens