#BeFake ~ Silly Sundays

So… Disclaimer. My profile picture isn’t real.

Okay, well… actually it IS real just not the real ME. It will be something very like the real me in fairly short order and is a direct result of my overflowing enthusiasm for my new / old ‘look’ to evolve or perhaps ‘resurrect’ is more accurate. Certainly, it hits the high points of colour, style, fashion aesthetic and all that good stuff. My own hair is transitioning from deep purple to its pale wisteria roots (no pun – okay – yes pun) and I can’t wait!

To justify reneging on my (self-imposed, I bet you didn’t know anyway) steadfast insistence about posting real photographs of my authentic mug, I am creating a #BeFake campaign because #beincognitotemporarily campaign took too long to type! Feel free to join in 🙂

I have no idea why I felt that an explanation was in order but with the amount of ‘judgey judgey’, snarkfest, in-your-face, opinionated foofaraw that happens on Social Media, I deemed it best to preempt it by proudly stepping up and proclaiming: My Gravatar is not real!

It is however, close enough for Rock ‘N Roll.

Well… with a stylist… maybe a professional makeup artist… do you know how frakkin’ hard it is to get these eyeliner wings right??!

~ kei
23 January 2016

Strands under construction

Strands under construction

Fashion (Non)Sense

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Clothes (May) Make the (Wo)man.”

They do!

My clothes are my armour, my shield, my declaration and my war cry… err… when I’m not being a normal-ish, hausfrau-ish, Mum-ish person.

Define my personal style?

Punk, Goth, Boho, Indian, Rocker, though not necessarily in any order and often in combination with one another. Never at the same time though and never before the 24th of May. That would be gauche.

The downside of being a creative, artsy type who is not afraid to wear what they’ve always loved is that Society still clings to its rules, regulations, age and gender stereotypes and general stick-up-arse-ishness about individuality and expression.

What’s with that sidelong look and side of smirk?

No I will NOT stop wearing Doc Martens and Misfits tees simply because you were born and randomly discovered this stuff too… Sheesh… Some people’s kids. As if I’d tell my Mum she has to give up her Queen albums just because I heard them on a Top 40 show.

Don’t even get me started on piercings and tattoos.

I “play them game”, you bet I do. I’m a master at disguising my unique style under a Nursing uniform or a business suit and you’d be none the wiser. Yay! I’m subversive and I love it.  “Corporate Goth” is a boon to those of us who must resist The Borg. Let Freedom ring in all the closets across the land!

I pair my moccasins with suits and skull motifs with flowers. I’m more inclined to buy something with Johnny Ramone on it than Juicy Couture. No Tommy Hilfiger shall ever cross my doorstep.

What does my fashion sense make me?

Me!

🙂