Let's face it: We all wear clothes, but we can't all give a shit about them... In my case, sometimes I do care, but my aesthetic is far from traditional, fashionable or mainstream. Let's put it this way: What I Wore would be hated By Mary Rambin.
My clothing is a combination of designer hand me downs from mom, vintage and secondhand pieces I've picked up around Boston and Los Angeles, mall crap and things I've stolen from ex-boyfriends. I don't believe in trying to match, looking "too busy" or showering more than five times a week.
I expect that some of you will relate to me, most of you will laugh at me and maybe a few of you will be inspired to stop caring about what you're supposed to wear and just wear whatever the fuck you feel like, but seriously: do with this whatever you please. We're all adults here.
Feel free to contact my uncoordinated ass:
mollsshewrote@gmail.com
This is the back… and you know, the more I look at it, the more I’m mortified by my creation… but I also know that that wont stop me from wearing it out of the house.
