I used to be a serious tomboy. So much so, in fact, that my grade 5 teacher actually mistook me for a guy on the first day of school (which had some scarring effects for a while, to say the least). It’s not that I wanted to look like boy, per se, but between having an older brother and taking his hand me downs, and falling victim to the classic bowl cut for many of my childhood years, there really wasn’t a whole lot I could do about it.
Because of this, as soon as I started buying my own clothes and dressing myself I’ve tended to overcompensate and lean toward the ultra-girly. And there’s pretty horrendous evidence of this: in the early days of this blog, I was alllll about lace, circle skirts, and florals. While I do still enjoy femininity in clothing, it’s certainly become a little more subdued these days. I find that now it’s better expressed in ways that are a little less obvious, like the mixing of a boyfriend shirt and a boyish peacoat with more classically feminine pieces like sky-high stilettos and a red lip.
Photos by Brian Chan