Hello, I’m Claire, and I’m really not that good at makeup. Only in recent years have I even attempted to form an understanding of the facial art that is cosmetics. You can find me in front of my computer screen watching makeup tutorials trying to understand how the hell to blend eyeshadow and why my eyelids are incapable of being good for such a task.
There’s a certain sect of fashion design that has tapped into the rather lucrative and popular oeuvre of traditional artists. By that I mean taking from Van Gogh, Piet Mondrian, Gustav Klimt, Monet, and so on.
There are few films or shows that inspire me immediately to change my look.
Everyone once in awhile I watch certain films or shows and get an itching, uncontrollable urge to exude a style or a character. Sometimes it’s an entire outfit, sometimes it’s a makeup look, and sometimes it’s an air.
The internet is all abuzz at the prospect of sweater weather, as it is commonly called.
And all the “basic” types, as they are called, slink out from under flower crowns to slide into chunky knits and drink what shouldn’t be called a latte but is still dubbed as such; the pumpkin spiced latte.
(We all know it’s just liquified sugar, with nary a pumpkin in sight.)
The current it-girls, the girls of the moment, the supermodels, if you will, are nearly all the progeny of past stars. And how un-American!
It’s time for another episode of Unsolicited Styling Advice from Claire!
With all the beautiful colors in the world, all the hues and the variety of fabrics, I still find myself clad head-to-toe in black.
Style is as unique as it is a total sham. We copy, we remix, and we take from those in the spotlight, people otherwise known as style icons.
Labor day was yesterday and it struck me that I did not remotely know what Labor day was for and why we had it off.
So of course I googled it and scored through a few sources to bust that mystery open (if it’s still a mystery to you.)
If you’re a lover of old things and vintage finds (or thrift ones, at that) then you might know that your mother’s closet is golden.
Or your dad’s.
I want to show you what my mother gave me and not the kind usually referred to in songs okay?