(Blouse, Skirt and Boots: H&M, Bag: BCBG Max Azria/ Leggings: My natural un-shaven legs at week 1)
In Monday's post, I spoke candidly about my grossly unhygienic proclivities of
getting my menzies (see: menstrual cycle) on an airplane, and
subsequently finding refuge for the said crimson tide in a clever
gimmick of camouflaging via a pair of printed pants. It sparked a
series of intellectually stimulating and thought provoking discussion
from my readers, and I thought, hey, why not keep up the momentum of
printed clothing and continue the flow (pun is definitely intended).
that my menstural cycle is over, we are in the clear to wear
alternative shades of the color spectrum, other than red and black.
Though, we are still not brave enough to go straight to the whites, due
to unforseen lingering menzies rearing its ugly head out of my ovaries,
although, if you're on your leakage week, and if you're a DIY kinda gal
who enjoys Tye-Dye prints of the hippie variety, than why the hell not?
So now that we've established a viable reason behind why I'm wearing
orange outside of Holloween season, let's talk prints!
Internet, I'm telling you, this is the year of prints.
Expect floral splashes, animal prints and
geometric shapes to come in all guises, shades and textures as designers
such as Oscar de la
Renta and Marc Jacobs look to India, Africa and even the Cotswolds for a
heady mix of printed inspiration. And besides, why should we rob ourselves the
opportunities to recycle and unearth our grandmas curtains, pillow cases
and cheap [sex] motel bedsheets?
Now, I can go into an entire spiel about how wearing prints is no easy ride, how small prints should be reserved for petite people and how you should balance prints to your body type and blah blah yadi bloo bloo, but really, who gives a shit? Rules about body appropriate prints and patterns are stupid as shit, and to me, experimentation of such prints and patterns wreaks of individuality, curiosity and that exciting element of trial and error. Sometimes, you gotta scream, and shout.. and let it all out? Sorry, Britney.
Because in my last post I curated a clusterfuck of prints and textures, I'm playing it safe in today's outfit post by adding a printed blouse to invigorate the solids in my wardrobe (see: skirt), and helping keep the printed blouse as the focal point, unless my ripped leggings are really distracting you, but come on guys, the clone stamped tool in Photoshop can only fix so much! I particularly enjoy the prints on my blouse because they induce hypnosis, acid trips and make me feel like I've consumed some very, very groovy shrooms. And because drugs are bad (see moms? I'm a good influence on your children), we shall rely on fabrics to induce the same chemical reactions in our brains.
Lastly, the reason why I really love this printed blouse is because it conceals my mammaries and any evidence of estrogen (and thus puberty) ever being present in my body, thus making my gender highly discrete. And let's be honest, what woman doesn't aim to deflect the weenies of their Y-chromosome counterparts?
And guys, just remember, if our printing experimentations fail and end up resulting in fashion faux-pas, we can always rely on flying bags to save the day.