The past few months, my collection of thrifted capes have grown considerably, and this is bad, very bad news because I don't wear capes in "real life" which means that keeping buying them is nothing else than a symptom of my fashion-hoarder manic disorder. In my opinion, capes are most charming on women's body and fully deserve to be categorized as classy clothing. Combined with body's movements, a cape is able to express so much fluidity, refined elegance, femininity and poetry—a reason good enough for me to wear them in "real life". Unfortunately, I tend to shy away from wearing clothes that are too much of an attention-grabber or that diverge from "normality". Yeah...people around me normally don't wear capes unless it's Halloween and want to disguise themselves as Little Red Riding Hood, or a goth/vampire/superhero, or...super (sexy) Neo from The Matrix. In other words, most of my everyday outfits revolve around blending in with my environment instead of fully expressing my inner fashion eccentricity. Isn't it sad? I think so too. But this is why I have this blog: to have fun and to help myself figuring out a way of finding the perfect balance between normality and eccentricity. I guess I'm a fashion-coward who longs to be fashion-forward.
cape - les ailes de la mode
chunky wool scarf - no brand (i knitted myself)
cashmere turtleneck sweater - vintage
minishorts - foxy jeans co.
black tights - don't know (was given as a gift)
brown leather boots - vintage
photos by Philippe Fortin