Presently, I am sitting in front of a computer screen scrolling through posts taken barely a year ago and chuckling at the disheveled eclecticism I used to declare my style. As with the stylecentric thousands who have hit the publish button for the first time what seems like ages ago, I have utilized this online sanction, dubbed The Mayden, as a showcase and a journey of my personal style discovery.
Eleven months down the road and I think I may have stumbled on the X of this odyssey, a distinct stamp on my sartorial preference documented across posts that have made this journey slightly more concrete -- as concrete as pixels can be, anyway.
The pieces in this look have been chosen to assemble an outfit that embodies what I believe is my style: a swipe of bohemian on the strength of grunge, agents of counteraction that balance each other out with a touch from chic. Modern takes on vintages make appearances now and again, too, courtesy of my early closet-scavenging days.
For some, it may be the athletic minimalism their closet holds, and for others, it may be their love for colourful flambouyance, and, as time ticks by and things begin to change, as clothes in closets are removed to make room for more, their hands will reach out to the new and different fabrics hanging on racks stitched not by the same strings as their old clothes have been, but by the same kind of strings that their old clothes have been.
For me, with whatever piece of clothing I pick out, I have noticed that they will always revert back to any of these three distinctions, with frequent visits from Black of the colour department and maxi-length items from the vintage department.
The lace and fringed crop top in this one shouts out to the bohemian; the burgundy maxi skirt an ode to vintage chic; the choker, stacked necklaces and arm cuff are pieces that play off my grunge affection; and those shoes? My relentless and shameless declaration that there ain't nothin' wrong with repeating pieces of clothing.
These photos are some of my absolute favourites. Taken at the local AgroPark situated conveniently near where I live, my mother and I had trekked, amongst joggers and evening runners, I in chunky heels and my mother with a bulky DSLR in her hands, towards a wooden platform where greenery grew in abundance.
It might be of interest to some of you that most photos on this blog, with the exception of those stated otherwise, are taken by my momma who has, again and again, reminded me not to forget her credits where they are due. She wants to extend a huge "thank you" to those who have left kind words on the photos she's taken, a lot of which we have spent time reading together with her smiling in delight, so thank you.
Do you think you've found your personal style? What is it?