compare and contrast

I have been wanting to show you this girl for a really long time.  Her blog name is Meggstatus.  Her blog is Another day to dress up (her camera has been broken for some time but her supplemental images are gorgeous none the less!) . Her style is so her own, mixing menswear styles with very feminine details, wears hats almost all the time, and has given me so much inspiration I can't even stand it.   I have seriously dipped into her archives (sadly not as deep as I wish!!)   Her style is my trigger for making menswear a real player in my wardrobe this spring, summer and forever.  Interestingly enough, I watched "Public Enemies" last night with Johnny Depp.  It was set in the 1930's and is the story of John Dillinger's final fall.  VERY well dressed men! (small side note:  I sold these shoes to a very lovely girl who asked me to style them for her before I sent them!   Hope this is helping you out!  High waist trousers "HOT", socks with short skirt or dress "Femme", cuffed tight pants with loose silk and vest "casual")

I also went to my very first pole dancing class last night!  This is my theory:  The thinking brain is a very shitty dancer.  The brain that speaks in my head doesn't know how to plant my right foot and swing the left leg around, use that momentum and spin.  It doesn't even know left from right until I prepare for The Pledge of Allegiance.  Apparently, just as every penguin has their own heart song, every woman has her own dance walk.  You cannot THINK this walk, you have to feel it.  My primal brain is an AMAZING dancer (my opinion!) It doesn't speak a language, it just feels, anticipates and moves. The primal brain is quiet and shy, and easily drowned out by the over achiever thinking brain. This is why I can dance better 1. alone 2. buzzed or 3. singing along to the music.  These three environments keep the thinker busy or disarms it and lets my primal instincts out to do their thing.

Thursday I am going to simulate at least two elements of this environment.  I am making a CD to bring in with Wanda Jackson's "You Don't Know" on it.  This is THE sexiest song I have ever heard in my entire life. and Wanda Jackson is the epitome of my ideal alter ego.  So raw and rockabilly!

COMMENT OF THE DAY:

 Eliza said...

Thank you for sharing! I am loving her blog...I tend towards girlier pieces (i think because of a traumatizing pixie cut in grade school that left me dreading being mistaken for a boy...), but maybe now I will finally roll up my trouser cuffs and wade into menswear! I really like the idea from her/your first pic of doing a crop top thing with high-waisted pants.

Also, you are a rock star for taking a pole-dancing class. Keep us updated on disarming the thinking brain, please...so far my only dancing successes have required so much of option 2 that I don't remember them :)