she's like a rainbow

the other day, a friend and i got into a discussion about the lack of variety in our wardrobes. she claims that all of her clothing follows strict guidelines of being very masculine, and all earth tones. i showed her a random photograph of my closet from when i was still living in the NYU dorms (i always do this when i have one shot left on a disposable camera) and held it up next to my actual, february 2010 closet for her to judge.

"all of the color's been sucked out!"

you see, i used to dress like a crayon. not even just a crayon--the whole box in one go:

look at that. even in a head shot, i've managed to get in about ten different colors. i still have a crush on this "Fifth Element" haircut but those legwarmers are bringing down my self-esteem so let's keep it moving, please...

 

i like to think of my new A Détacher cardigan as being a kind of kaleidoscopic telescope receiving signals from my old, risk-taking rainbow self. since getting it a few days ago (thanks boss!), i can't stop thinking about hot pink and cherry red and regal purple and day-glo green. sorry black, i'm officially kicking you out of bed.