I lived in these Schutz Julianna Nude Heels in New York. So much so that by the 3rd day, I couldn’t walk.
Confession #2…. I loved this dress when I first got it from the thrift store (Savers in Owings Mills) but once I headed out of the house with it on, I did not feel very “me”. Mind you, this was a very conservative dress when I saw it on the rack. It had a white panel completely covering up the chest area. I saw past that and loved the floral design and colors and got it. I still love this dress but I did not feel it that day. Ask Monroe, it took so much for me to “pose” for pics.
My style comes straight from my personality and my feelings on that day. I have never and will never consider myself a fashion person. I don’t DO fashion, I Am My Style hahaha. That was my best Coco Chanel remix of her famous quote. I really do not follow designers. I don’t know much about the trend forecasts because it does not matter to me. What matters to me is self expression and individuality. Because those two things will never, ever be out of style. Ever.
So rock whatever it is you want as long as it makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Because trust me, when you do, you will be strutting like you own the catwalk of life and have everyone stating “Naomi who?”. And really, no haute couture dress looks better than a person being unapologetic about their personal art aka clothes!
As I briefly touched on my previous post, I have delved myself deeper and deeper into photography and well directing a shoot. Every single outfit that I own, I can tell you what type of location or feel I would want the shoot to have or be. I think it helps liven the clothes. This aprticular dress felt so stepford wives to me that I wanted an urban jungle feel. Although I didn’t quite captuure that I want to share my vision anyway. I would have loved to shoot this in a really urban environment. When I think of it, I immediately picture some fo the neighborhoods in West Baltimore near the Marc Station. An area with boarded up homes that are more than likely crack or trap houses. I honestly would have worn this shooting craps with the residents. That is the feel I would have loved for this shoot. But… well…. my annoyance and unhappiness in that outfit caused me to JUST SHOOT IT. I have to truly thank Monroe for putting up with me while doing this. I know I was a gumpy gus until we made it to Paradou (my fave French spot in the Meatpacking District) for champagne cocktails and steak and eggs!
Oh and I am starting to book for blogger/outfit post photos! Anyone in the area (DC and Baltimore) want to shoot let me know!