When I was talking to Kenny a while back, I asked her the question “So if clothes do not maketh the woman, what does?” And that actually got me thinking about the role of womanhood in fashion, or more so, of fashion in womanhood.
outfit | i’ll take you there…
at mercedes benz fashion week africa about a week ago (ayeeee), i wore this outfit that i literally bought the day before that had me feeling like lorde-meets-solange knowles and i totally loved it. a monochromatic-(of course) mesh-grungey-cool vibe was what i was going for and this loom band – yes, loom band – choker that my friend lusanda made for me was the cherry on top of the fashion cake.
outfit | in the moondust
|photos taken by my lovely mother|
okay, so i finally caved. if you follow me on twitter, you’ll know that when birkenstocks became a trend again, as apprehensive as i was towards them, i liked them on just about everyone else but myself, because, yano, i have ugly toes and whatnot. but, when i was matric dance dress shopping with my mom last week at the eastgate shopping mall (btw: i have a dress now and it slays, thank you mom), i stumbled into factorie and (my mom) begrudgingly bought these shoes. and i hate that i absolutely love them. like, they’re ugly, but they’re cool, right? either way, they’re one of fashions conundrums that we don’t question but if anyone asks, we blame céline for making them cool again (at least they’re not this bad.)