Monthly Archives: April 2012

My blog, defined.

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I thought I would create a post to define the title of my blog, because it does have a special meaning for me…

I have been going out in pubic for years now styled in very “out there” looks. All nights vary from blue haired wigs (before Katy Perry did it, for the record), to tribal face make-up, to being dressed to the nines. Mind you, many of the times I am going to a regular, mainstream establishment where most are not dressed up.

When I used to go out to my favorite bar the Vault, in Redlands, I would usually go alone, so that I could mingle with everyone at the bar, and meet new people.  In addition to going alone, I would arrive in extreme fashion styles. Frankly, I always thought I looked amazing, but often times I could feel the judgement as soon as I walked in the bar. Heads would turn, eyes might widen and the whispers would ensue. Was it good or bad commentary? I’d never know… Guys would give me more positive feedback than girls, usually complimenting me on my daring look that I had executed well. As a Communications major, I pick up on nonverbal behavior and expressions extremely well, not sure whether that is a gift or a curse… But with guys and girls alike, I would more often than not receive a facial expression that read: What is she doing? Why?

Of course I would feel slightly uneasy, especially being there solo with no friends to cling to, and no one at my side to support my presence.  I would get irritated with people clearly gawking at me with nothing to say. But, I’d hold my head high, smile and make my rounds at the bar as usual.

My response to these blank stares, and this prevailing question of “What is she doing?” was always (in a sassy manner), “It’s called STYLE, baby.” People just couldn’t wrap their minds around the fact that an individual would want to dress up—- for no reason. I don’t feel like I’m “dressing up for no reason…” I simply am showing the world, my STYLE. My style is just different than most.

So, starting a blog that focuses on my personal tastes in fashion, should obviously have no other name than what it is:

“It’s called style, baby.”

Trust in your captain.

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In another life, I was probably a captain of some kind. Naturally, I love the captain hat; worn by those in power and worn by leaders. As a full blown Aries I often find myself in a leader position. I am not afraid to take the reins, and I am not afraid of risks.

 

I certainly don’t care for ordinary.

There are days and events I attend where a captain’s hat does wonders. It is an unusual choice for a hat but it gives the wearer a commanding presence.  When wearing my captain’s hats, it’s like a whole new take on the world. Confidence levels soar, a strong attitude takes over and by simply putting on a hat, the world is your oyster.

In this ensemble, I take on a entire persona. Nadya Kovalenko is her name. She came to America to further her education and to get out of her native land, Romania. Yes, I have thought this through. I have an entire back story for Nadya, complete with an excellent Romanian accent. When out and about in military garb, I tend to take on this persona. Not only is it great fun for me, most people get a kick out of it and enjoy interacting with “Nadya.” This captain hat is  from the Romanian Airforce, specifically an aircraft mechanic’s captain hat. It dates to roughly 40 years ago. This particular day I attended a military antique roadshow and decided to go dressed up. The event was filled with mostly veterans, antique shoppers and older men. As I walked down the rows I had eyes glued to me and necks were breaking. It was awesome. I even had two fellows (much older fellows) give me their card and try to score a date. I politely and tactfully declined. Most were very sweet, complimentary and expressed their adoration for my ensemble. Had I gone in an ordinary outfit, it would have been an ordinary day… BORING!

This was on New Year’s Eve 2010-2011. This hat is Russian Airforce and dates roughly within the past 30-40 years. I was attending an all night party where fashion tends to be extreme. My favorite! In addition to my statement hat, I carried a wooden staff with a skull all night long. I joked with people and said he was my date. Great conversation pieces, yet another reason to take risks in fashion…

  Unless  you were on the Costa Concordia, you should always trust in your captain.

Spring is in the air.

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A few weeks ago I was invited to a “Floral Frock, Loud Shirt, Long Lunch.” It was an amazing backyard party in Venice. Champagne flowing like Niagra Falls and good people all around. Of course I take advantage of any themed party and aim for 110%.

The “floral frock” I am wearing is a dress I bought from Ross, probably 4 years ago. I’m sure it wasn’t more than 10 dollars. I just can’t get rid of it!  I don’t wear it often, but I break it out for spring time outdoor events because it’s just so perfect. It’s a great quality dress with sky blue trim around the bottom of the dress to offset the green, yellow and white in the rest of the dress.

All hair, make-up and accessories usually go with the color scheme, so I used multiple colored flowers in my hair, in addition to pin-curls. Ladies, may I always recommend a flower in your hair! Yellow, green and blue blended eye make-up with heavy cat eye liner.

The perfect accessory is of course, the champagne with raspberries.

Inspirations.

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Hi! I’m Rebecca! Welcome back.

To start this blog off right, I’d like to discuss exactly where my unique taste for style has spawned from. Over the course of my few decades of life I’ve been drawn to a wide array of “styles.” My personal style and inspirations are born from a melting pot of different looks.

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Punk, glam, goth, pin-ups, and almost every decade from the 20th century.

Well… not the 90′s… certainly NOT the 90′s. The only people that draw their fashion from the 90′s are those damned bearded, flannel wearing, fixie riding, chai tea drinking, art gallery visiting hipsters!

The only great things from the 90′s were Power Rangers and TLC.

So, as I was saying… a melting pot of style. That’s me. I love to take pretty much any “genre” of fashion and add a glam touch to it. Punk glam, hippie glam, goth glam, retro glam,

glam glam GLAM!

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What lovely ladies inspire me? Well none other than the amazing Gwen Stefani of course. And I cannot forget classic beauty and glamour icons such as Jayne Mansfield, Audrey Hepburn, Marilyn Monroe. Such class. Such beauty.

I suppose I have a thing for platinum blonde.

It’s a great thing to not conform to only one style. I love dressing to my moods, my attitudes and the weather. If I want to be ultra feminine and girly, so be it. Do I want to kick some ass and wear my platform boots and leather belts? Or do I feel like wandering through a field of flowers in hippie garb? Whatever it may be, my style comes from a melting pot indeed.

A glamorous melting pot. ;)

And so it begins…

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Here it is! The blog so many people have encouraged me to start. Here it is. Right here. What you are reading. My blog.

Go me!

Apparently I have a knack for style. I’m pretty sure I was born this way. As far back as I can remember I have had a love for playing dress up. I had huge bags of evening gowns from thrift stores, Halloween costumes, and old dance costumes stuffed into my closet. Plus a plethora of sequined headbands, satin opera gloves and worn out high heels much too big for me. Any time I felt the need, I would bust it all out and begin practicing what would become my future artistic skill… styling.

I always thought everyone knew how to style themselves, or at least, that it wasn’t difficult. I never really thought of styling as an art or a skill. Frankly, there are lots of us who can put an outfit together and look fabulous… but there are ALSO a lot of us who can’t!

Take “that one guy” for example… and have you seen his girlfriend?! Ohhh man, they sure need some help in the style department.

Anyone can be “in fashion.” But not everyone has STYLE!

So here I am to unload my personal sense of style onto the internets and hope that someone high up in the fashion industry finds me and pays me lots of money to do what comes naturally.  I would ask for wishes of luck, however I am probably as lucky as I could ever be.