1982 Born in a farm town in Massachusetts.
1986-8 Fights boys, climbs trees. Spends most afternoons in a leotard, doing ballet.
1989 Discovers the GAP. Develops a taste for 100% cotton items. Begins life-long shunning of synthetic fabrics.
1990 Throws “clash” themed birthday party. Guests are required to don outfits that do not match or look decent in any way. Hilarity ensues.
1991 Begs mother for spandex bicycle shorts and B.U.M. equipment sweatshirts because “they are the cool things that everybody’s wearing.” Is soundly denied and thankful for it later on in life.
1992 Begins wearing her father’s vests and ties to school, paired with silk shirts.
1994 Discovers rock music. Buys first pair of Chuck Taylors.
1995-1999 Continues to sport “alternative style,” including a horrible green hair phase.
1999-2000 Becomes active in rave culture (unbeknownst to her mother). Wears wooden beads, gigantic pants and neon sneakers.
2000-2004 Allegedly studies political communication and speech at
Emerson but actually spends all her time taking Polaroids of people’s outfits, going dancing and listening to The Smiths, often simultaneously.
2004 Moves to Hawaii. Lives in a tree house made from found materials. Spends most of her time at the beach, writing and swimming. Rarely wears real shoes or makeup.
2005 Back home for a hot minute, then off to South Korea for a year of teaching English. Common discussion topics include American fashions, who hit who first and food. Becomes obsessed with Korean and Japanese pop-culture. Spends most paychecks on clothes, if only because she can fit into them and other foreigners cannot.
2006 On a whim, chooses Brooklyn as her new home. Buys skinny jeans.
2007 Stumbles luckily into her current position as blog mama at Stylesight. Is totally thrilled.
6 comments:
I like you I'm hired.
I remember all that time we spent farming in Westford. Your family's carrots were always much larger than average. As a farmer, I was jealous. I sometimes think back on the barn dances and smile. Us farm-folk are a simple folk with no need for fashion. It was probably for the best that you left for the city. You were meant for bigger things than carrots, corn, and cabbage.
i miss the pigs but thats it. also, matt, you are totes hired. please fill out the appropriate paperwork asap.
My stupid farmer brain forgot to ask, why are you looking for a PR person?
i'm not. my work just hired a pr firm to promote us/me so i had to send them my resume. my resume is shit, so i sent them this bad larry as an accompaniment.
Aaaaaaah ok, that makes much more sense. I was deeply confused.
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