Nostalga.

I started shooting fashion by photographing the people on the street with interesting outfits.

If you know me you know that my bathroom always has a string of outfits ready to wear, ironed, matched and hanging waiting to be put on. Right now I have 12 in there ready to go. I have been making outfits like this as long as I have lived on my own. I love it. When I travel I pack way in advance, a slew of outfits for the possible occasions that will occur. I even do it when I go camping.

I don’t seem like the fashionista, I know, and I don’t spend a lot of time recording my outfit of the day for social media (see previous post). I just love it, the planning and execution of a perfect outfit is always confirmed by a compliment or three when you are out in the real world.

Yesteday a man walking past me just said ‘so stylish’ and I just kept walking. Enough said.

I was thinking about what to post today while I was starring at my computer screen and this just came to mind.

Sometimes things just do. Like the time someone carried me over a puddle at World Mastercard Fashion week in Toronto so I wouldn’t get my Prada loafers wet. They were thrifted and too small but I loved them and wore them anyway.

I think when I moved to Vancouver and figured out the garbage was collected in the lane and started to find things when the end of the month or garbage day rolled around sparked something in me about fashion, about how this all comes together and how it can make you feel. Even if it is just something you plan like everything else in life, it an also bring you joy.