A love letter to my style
Have you ever called your style extra? I have, half jokingly and half regretfully. Too much shimmer? Extra. Too many patterns? Extra. A maxi dress for brunch? Definitely extra. But somewhere in between growing into myself and outgrowing from the need for validation, I stopped calling myself “ extra ”. Extra is not a bad word. But, the way it's thrown around, it's more like a “she’s coming right here we need to close our eyes” than a compliment. I know it looks “too much” and “attention seeking”, but what if it’s not? It’s expressive, it’s intentional, it's me. What if wearing a dramatic ruffle, a bold pattern, or a fully embellished backless top is simply a way of feeling yourself in your own skin. I don’t want to hide parts of me in a black sweat shirt and a pair of baggy blue denims. The outfits I’ve loved have never been “not extra” , They have movement, texture, colour, and my love for it. They remind me of editorial campaigns, paintings, and places that I adore. ...
