(Jacket: Just Cavalli/ T-shirt: Romwe/Necklace:Gabo/ Jeans: Zara/ Shoes: Shoemint/ Bracelets/ Marc by Marc Jacobs/ Bag: Coach)
When it comes to mixing a plethora of punchy prints, Roberto Cavalli is a true sartorial bartender, breathing new energy in his youthful line. He's a true genius in cultivating the perfect balance between elegance and sports wear for a contemporary look. Playing with underwater influences, Cavalli's lines are a capsule wardrobe for the Summer lovin' girl about town. It should come as no surprise then, that the minute this Just Cavalli jacket and my [grossly unhygienic] body came into contact, it was pure irrevocable love and completely transformed me into what can only be described as a psychotic dancing robot?
We've already established in the past that fashion is, at its heart, a transformative super hero with brain-altering powers. And alter my brain it did, for these fun n' funky prints instilled a feeling of freedom n' fun (see what I did there) and inspired me to ditch the shackles of conventional blogger 'poses' that so frequently don my blog, opting instead for taking pictures that truly reflect my personality (and subsequently how I feel when I wore this jacket). That's right folks, when I'm not busy being a shallow and vapid fashion blogger, I pose like a deranged moron, whilst channeling my inner rap artist; except, unlike your conventional rap artist, I rap about nice things (like YO GIRL, IMA TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES... and fold them for you real nicely).
Now, I'm not going to sit here and bitch and moan about the conventional blogger poses we are bestowed with ever so often; the flamingo, hailing a cab, taking all of your angst and pouring it into a single piece (or constipation as I like to call it), trying to point your toes inwards while maintaining the illusion of 'dat gap', because well, I fully plan on bitching and moaning about it at a later date and because well, I too am guilty of some of the embarrassing poses listed above (I once hailed a cab in the middle of a fucking forest). I'm not sure why we as bloggers feel the need to emulate (though failing miserably) models and Vogue editorials, but why can't we just have fun in our pictures and try to encapsulate our personalities? Why must we always pose like we've got hernia or sclerosis to justify our outfit choices?
I say, embrace your the psychotic, unstable and delirious aspects of your personality and photograph them! If you want to pick flowers from the gardens of millionaires, and subsequently adorn them in your hair, only to be later abused by the said landlords, YOU GO AHEAD AND JUST DO IT, NIKE. Too bad my squatting pictures didn't make the final cut here, it would certainly explain the holes in my jeans, because like I say, you haven't lived life until you've squatted for about 20 minutes a day. Also too bad: farts aren't photographable. But seriously guys, let's just have fun with fashion. Because at the end of the day, it's JUST Cavalli. No biggie.