The Art of Being Creepy
Sweater: Old Navy, Minty crop jeans: Rich & Skinny (sold out | similar | in yellow), Flats: Steve Madden, Necklace: Forever 21, Ring: old, but this is similar.
February 15th 2012
I’ve essentially been living in this sweater since I picked it up on Saturday. I bought it twice as large as I normally would. It wasn’t really on purpose, I just wanted the darn thing so bad that I settled for the XL and it turns out, I love it even more this way. I feel cozy and comfortable in it, but in order to balance the size out, a slim silhouette on the bottom is a must. Since the color is a bit on the bland side (it doesn’t get more bland than grey) I have been pairing it with different bright or pastel colors and it seems to translate well.
This was the first time I ventured into a more populated area (read: metro Oklahoma City) and whipped out my tripod, DSLR and remote. When my husband or a friend takes my photos for me, I don’t feel as awkward about being in public because I figure people will assume he’s a photographer and maybe I’m having portraits done for something.
When a lonely looking girl steps out of her Durango and sets up the aforementioned necessities for self-photography — and then stands in front of that set up and giggles and grins like a goof ball at nothing … well that can be awkward. I admit, it’s probably a little creepy looking. I was lucky to find an abandoned area behind the building I was about to enter for an appointment, but I think a certain level of crazy has to come with the territory of doing this.
After some requests, I’ve decided to write up a few posts about self-photography for the common style blogger (or anyone else) and maybe I’ll prove to be useful to more than just myself and my own narcissistic tendencies. Does that sound alright with you?
