Style Me......

Let me define individual style....I dont see the lights that we call fashion as a means for attention. My sense of style is only for me. I dress the way I feel. Others dress to be seen. People wear certain things and labels as a means to fit in society & to be accepted by their peers.

You shouldnt have to dress a certain way to be accepted. If people dont like you because of your clothes, then you dont need to surround yourself with those people. I have a spiritual freedom to the way I express myself. I am the voice that no one can speak for. Walking in my own shoes.

As a visual artist & seamstress having a fashion design & merchandising major in college. I can appreciate the aesthetic of apparel more than the normal shopper. The term fashionista sits with me, BUT..... I am more of a collector of natural, authentic vintage apparel. Antiques always give me a sense of purity by witnessing fashions from the 50s & 60s. The textiles were stronger and more luxuriously fit. Garments were manufactured better items werent rushed through mass production factories. I am more of the Natural hippie chic, unisexed business casual, urban, galactic goddess inside her own realm. Very different & extremely eclectic. Never caring what anyone things.

Shoes & undergarments.... My main accessories in life. I'd rather live my life naked in my natural, beautiful skin..... But we all know that is not possible, maybe. Anyway, I can honestly say my fetish is for shoes. I will buy 3 pair of shoes before I even think about buying clothes to wear with the shoes. I always saw it harder to buy clothes, then have trouble finding shoes to match. I see it happen too much. I have a thing for having what no one has, & recreating items with my art.

Victoria's Secret, Chuck Taylors, high heels & alot of vintage no names.... Loafers, silk high-waist briefs (granny ps), thigh high socks, neckties, suspenders, cords, corset bustiers & bras, cardigans, retro eyeglasses, mens blazers, high waist pants, equestrian boots, button up shirts & vintage or organic cotton retro tshirts & skirts. Though im more of a black colored woman when it comes to a color palette for my wardrobe, there is always a natural toned accessory or piece that accompanies & compliments the dark tone. Blacks, greys, whites & blues. Anything with great textile & design aesthetic, strong fabric quality.

Artistic value has alot to do with what I choose to buy and wear on my body when it comes to apparel. My clothes define parts of who I am as a person because I let my clothes speak for me. My personality is strong because im not afraid to challenge the norm and create my own box. Disregarding what society has to say about me. Compliments come from confidence and the way you carry yourself in what you wear. If the clothes dont fit or feel right, then I dont feel right. And its not very often that I dont feel right. Love what you wear & wear what you look. Whether your clothed or not. Accept your gifts & be confident in you. -QueenSoulSista

Looking At This Cloud PT. 1 & 2

6/9/11
7:35pm

Upon the skies. These shades of soft blues create bolder hues in my mind! Between white feathered clouds and faded yellows, sets the mood for a calm sunset. Big beautiful magnolia trees create a reflection in the sky. Different directions of the earth and there's a whole different stage to the world above us. Like Gods' flashlight still enforcing a ray of hope down to his children. His gift to give us sight to breathe in his air among the wind. I see blue ripples like dyed fingerwaves of Mother Nature. Scattered clouds filled with precipitation & life............... Tbc......

6/19/11
5:40pm

Sitting outside. Watching the clouds on this front porch of life. Wooden to the core, like the nature of my roots. I'm trying to find peace. I close my eyes and take in this joy. Sounds of birds chirping in trees, reminds me of laughter when children are being tickled by their parents. A playful essence of what wildlife can bring. Huge trees embrace the land as protectors of the world. It is the Earth that carries me while I'm here. Crickets rubbing legs together like the chatter of old women gossiping at brunch. They hold the stories of our ancestors, unforgettable and outspoken. Gaze beyond the distance into space, into another dimension. But it is the clouds that stop me. They appear as barriers so that I can not peek past this atmosphere. This life rings music to my ears. Only the blues, the sound of the clouds. Different shapes hold different tones and melodies to distract me. I can't read the music, but I can see it, can hear it, but can't feel it. Though as I look at the white pillows laid sporadically between the blues in effervescence, I dream of tasting the moisture inside their bodies. They are the waters best element. A beautiful process of condensation in the stratosphere. I have no fear.

~QSS.

No Need for High Beams

12am

This moon is the most AMAZING tonight!!!!!! Its like one of my paintings illuminated in the night sky!
Like the first street light to turn on on your block.... This is the calling.
Time to turn to your home and engage in the night time.
This night sky.
So bright and powerful!
Just like our love.
Even darkened roads don't show signs of dimming.
No need to drive with caution.
So i follow the moon to the ends of the Earth & partner with the stars.
Only to catch up to Neptune & land on his heart.
He shines, with the Moon.
No need for high beams.

-QSS

Ode to the Skies (1st flight)

2/11/2011

Cosmic shaded of your clouds escape into my eyes as the bird ascends its wings.
Elevated above a force of gravity where "FREE" in the home domain.
An alleviated feeling to exhale the world below & take on the wonders of the clouds.
A wonderland of sentiment & powdered sugared precipitation.
Pillowed clouds evolve into my dreams like the last imaginary sleep of my childhood.
I am home again.
Living in the freedom of an escaped world in the sky.
You are the source extended closeR to my planet.
Popping eardrums & illuminated visions of blue hues, white lights & bumpy turbulence.
Different shapes & densities of formulated clouds inside & above the atmosphere.
Stratosphere surrendering my soul.
I want to stay here.
A bird in your skies.

-QueenSoulSista