The Werewolf Style Guide
Ok, so listen, my dear sweet Flickr… here’s the thing. In what now feels like a past life; I was once a style blogger. When I had an instagram account I had a fairly large following on a style focused one called The Werewolf Style Guide. I wrote about what it was like as someone who dressed mostly goth as a teen/young adult who found color in her 30’s. I wrote about being someone on the larger side and about being someone who fell in line with a lot of societal rules about what people my shape or size or age should or shouldn’t wear by dressing fairly plain. I wrote about learning about wearing makeup in her late 30’s. I found joy in trying the things I was drawn to and dressing as a form of walking art. Using secondhand clothes as a way to become a walking breathing spectacle. I really loved putting together interesting outfits and talking about it. I don’t really have an outlet for those sorts of photos and discussion. I know thats not normally what I talk about here or the sort of stuff I usually share, but I hope if you’ve found your way over here you’ll stick around if I intersperse some of my style/secondhand fashion ramblings. It’s a form of art paired with photography that means a lot to me as both have helped me really fall into the person I feel I was meant to become. Sort of a clown, sort of a cacophony of color and pattern and texture, mostly nonsense most of the time. Thanks for listening to me ramble and I hope these speak to some people the same way some of my non-person focused photography does.
The Werewolf Style Guide
Ok, so listen, my dear sweet Flickr… here’s the thing. In what now feels like a past life; I was once a style blogger. When I had an instagram account I had a fairly large following on a style focused one called The Werewolf Style Guide. I wrote about what it was like as someone who dressed mostly goth as a teen/young adult who found color in her 30’s. I wrote about being someone on the larger side and about being someone who fell in line with a lot of societal rules about what people my shape or size or age should or shouldn’t wear by dressing fairly plain. I wrote about learning about wearing makeup in her late 30’s. I found joy in trying the things I was drawn to and dressing as a form of walking art. Using secondhand clothes as a way to become a walking breathing spectacle. I really loved putting together interesting outfits and talking about it. I don’t really have an outlet for those sorts of photos and discussion. I know thats not normally what I talk about here or the sort of stuff I usually share, but I hope if you’ve found your way over here you’ll stick around if I intersperse some of my style/secondhand fashion ramblings. It’s a form of art paired with photography that means a lot to me as both have helped me really fall into the person I feel I was meant to become. Sort of a clown, sort of a cacophony of color and pattern and texture, mostly nonsense most of the time. Thanks for listening to me ramble and I hope these speak to some people the same way some of my non-person focused photography does.