I have expensive tastes but on more of a Spam and Mac n' Cheese budget. Doesn't mean I can't gawk and awe over fancy designer clothes and runway shows. I indulged my middle class self into the throes of high fashion and bizarre tastes this weekend. It was delightful and magical.
Essentially, I was in awe of the Jean Paul Gaultier exhibit visiting this fine city of mine. Weird, eccentric, androgenous, under-worldly, exotic, beautiful all in one stimulating dose for my senses.
Next up, the exhibit travels to San Francisco. Go. Run. Take in the video faces. Then you'll know what the hell I'm chatting about.
Culture, though often strange, is still good for the soul. And more people should be open-minded.
I'll get back to wearing my off-the-rack shit from the mall, but I'll favor a day when I might indulge in some pret-a-porte fashion.
I'm AmericanBridget and I should stop shopping at Gap and Banana and spend more time selecting betteroutfits that express my personality, but I'd also need a raise and a fashion coach.
