While the contemporary alludes to me, I seem to have the occasional love affair with classical looks, a phrase which here masks the blunt accuracy of more fitting lexis like "ancient" and "old-fashioned," or at least that was what my mother, who was used to my sartorial escapades with skin and legs, gushingly commented on as we shot the look.
Though not entirely sure what woman had their hair stained blue back in the day, I was quite fascinated with the aura of the photos taken and infinitely more thrilled when I realized that I could incorporate my classical music background into the look, putting my four-year-old companion Ophelia the violin and a delicately inscribed upright piano to good use.
This is perhaps where I should give a shout out to my mother, who, besides from taking all the photos you see on this blog unless stated otherwise, had designed the quaint little "set" for this series of photographs, and who had determined with conviction that I looked like a forlorn Russian composer in front of ebony keys and chestnut bodies. The comment was met with as much doubtful chuckling as it did gratefulness on my part considering the fact that the amount of renowned female composers in the past is criminally scarce beyond reason.
For readers who have followed The Mayden since its inception, one should be familiar with my scavenging antiques, of which I should rightly attribute to my mother whose entire 90s wardrobe she had stuffed in the storage room provided me with a cornucopia of genuine vintage pieces to integrate into my own style. To nobody's surprise, such is the case with the skirt on this look, a sartorial serendipity I stumbled upon while looking for something to wear with the turtleneck.
One should also be familiar with my unduly brazen proclamation of delicate necklace redundancy once upon a time, advocating only for statement necklaces with rigor that has come back to bite me in the arse. Presently, I have a new found love for layering understated necklaces, a fondness I'd decided to pepper into this look.
On occasions where no obvious stand out piece seem to have been decided upon, I often braid my hair and deem the hairstyle the statement; my go-to method for enlivening any look. What is amusing is the fact that I thought the braids would have added an urban edge to an otherwise feminine look but alas, it was not the case as my mother yelled triumphantly at my pigtailed braids, bestowing them the winning factor of the entire forlorn Russian classical composer look.