Here it is: my first shoot of the new year. I have been dressing extremely casually lately. It has been nice to leave my crazy shoes in the closet, and toss on whatever feels comfortable.
I feel as though a year ago I would have thought to myself, "Jackie...what are you thinking doing a shoot in a pair of jeans, a sweater, and a plain jacket?". Now, really I wouldn't label such an outfit as "plain". There's something so personal about the way in which each person styles what they wear. Here I have slightly tucked my jeans into my boots, added an over-sized element with my sweater, and tossed on my Veda Max leather jacket (my number one staple the past few months) to contrast the length and size of my sweater. To finish everything off I added my grandmother's jewelry. When she was still alive, she worked for the Museum of Natural History in Albuquerque, New Mexico. Almost all of her jewelry consists of old pieces from various First Nation tribes. My personal favorite is her squash blossom necklace (the necklace with different animal figures), which is said to carry the spirit of anyone who touches it. With such a sense of thought, detail, styling, and personal history I don't think any such outfit can be labeled as "plain".
The truth is as my style has evolved, I try less to be noticed, and I search more for the types of pieces I want to live in. Getting dressed is about celebrating your individuality--where you come from, and what you have come to. Isn't style about just being yourself and being comfortable with that?
So here I am back to blogging. My several month hiatus has no excuses, other than to say I was simply tired and uninspired. This seems to be a re-occuring theme in my post-college life, and it has been a difficult adjustment. There is something so special about finding yourself in a space in which you don't care about money, fame, or success. You don't care about your audience, and you definitely don't care about what people think when you're wearing a pair of 7 inch cat platforms to brunch on a Wednesday. I call this space creativity, a space of sartorial bliss, and a space where you do something pure.
Sunday was my last day at my job. It feels weird type it out. Nothing major happened, I just decided I needed to do something more creatively fulfilling. Is it wrong to say I want to be back in college? I don't think it is. Throughout college, young people are encouraged to try new things, travel, expand their horizons, be creative. Once we graduate though, it becomes time to grow the fuck up. Pay off your debt, find some meaningless job in which you are unsatisfied, put your head down and just do it. I have found this to be so difficult, and I am searching for a way to maintain myself without drowning in these feelings. How do you find a career that allows you do be creative and yet it pays the bills?
I'll let you know when I figure it out.
P.S. I have become intensely obsessed with instagram. (Who hasn't at this point?!)