Galloping Through Graveyards

Simply channeling my inner demon

If Vision Is The Only Validation, Then Most Of My Life Isn't Real

Rock N' Dream

One of my main basis for dressing is faking it; morphing yourself into someone or even something you want to be. Whether it be a rockstar, a guy, a mermaid, a lion; style to me is all about expressing your inner desires and reflecting your inner dreams and emotions in your physical appearance. I personally have this never-ending dream of becoming a stage stomping, song devouring, greatly worshiped rockstar where fans are literally throwing themselves at me and scouring around to just get a whiff of my post-show stage stench. However, my lack of vocal abilities and severe case of tone deafness, is putting a slight damper on my aspiration. For now though, my rhinestoned hairbrush and sequined attire is surprisingly fulfilling when it comes to assisting in my fantasy. So for this look, that's what it was all about; embodying my desire to be something that I may not technically be, but happen to feel like internally resulting slightly in a grunged out, hookerfied Hannah Montana or a scandalous glam rock Barbie.

She’s got heartbreak, his dad just died. You see that girl all caked up? It’s to conceal countless tears she’s cried. The boy over there; all grimaced and grudged, he can’t remember the last time someone showed him some love. What’s your story? We’ve all got one to tell. What’s your dream? Throw your coin in the wishing well. It’ll get better, just maybe not today, tomorrow’s hope can cleanse the hurt of yesterday. I promise you you’re not alone in this battle called life, we can all unite to fight the pain and strife.

Down The Rabbit Hole

So I'm completely addicted to Alice In Wonderland's whole dreamland, world of fantasy theme portrayed throughout the movie, but as much as I would love to say this outfit's inspiration was derived from that movie, I can't. Basically, I just threw this look together and the entire night I was getting told I could pass as Alice's twisted step sister, which of course, enthralled me and so I ran with the comparisons. As dainty as the pieces are, there's still something haunting about the look in it's entirety, which essentially means that this outfit IS me, and I'm okay with that.

Do It Like A Dude

*Cue Jessie J* So I've always had this bizarre dream, as well as intuition, that in a past life I more than likely was a boy. More specifically, an obnoxiously flamboyant gay boy (okay, so I don't know if that necessarily counts as a male, but in my world, it does.) But unfortunately, I'm stuck in this body that the universe identifies as female, but that doesn't mean I can't play dress up every now and again and throw on a pair of dress slacks and loafers, right? So here's my rendition of an over-the-top, excessively shiny, sexuality questioning, boy.