[All images courtesy fade to black.]
New Year’s resolution #1: work harder to channel Gemma from fade to black. The ease, the groove, the mane.
As a personal style blogger, you can art direct everything in your mind—the look itself, the setting, the photography, the mood, the photo editing—and for a perfectionist like me, hitting this sweet spot doesn’t always happen. It’s usually something regrettable: I’m too coiffed (knee jerk from lifetimes past), too rushed, too serious, or too literal. Milktoast! Yum.
While I can control the writing, photos get lost in translation from my head to the pixels. It’s pretty funny; if we’re rushed or cold—nada. In a perfect world, every photo would happen on the fly during a boho-perfect picnic in a litter-strewn, post-festival field. That sweet spot zone—when a post becomes more than “I’m posting photos of myself in my clothes, do you give a shit yet?” It becomes a story, the outfit just a component. So now you know: I’m a personal style blogger who’s generally anti-personal style blogging. Blasphème!
BUT! By Uncle Jonathan’s corn cob pipe, when I look at Gemma’s posts—the way she throws things together is so effortlessly cool, the soft-focus, and that hair—I’m transported. Inspired. Groovy.
Enough blithering… take a gander:
Bloody perfect. Keep up the good work, homes.
p.s. Speaking of awesome Brits, our newest member of the family, P.G. Wodehouse, arrived today from the UK! I’m picking him up from the P.O. during lunch and will be practicing my Edie Sedgwick arabesques on him later tonight.