Today times a little journey;)
15-16. I start just in this period, because previously I am not really concerned with fashion. In that time there were only a favorite icon for me: skulls! I had skull earrings, belts, shirts, shoes ... everything really. In retrospect, even iwie freaky. Another faithful companion: my studded belt. Out of my speakers boomed System of a Down, Mudvayne and Slayer. On my desk you can still find remnants of that time. Incised into things like "Fuck the system" and "Hate" there were the more harmless things. I was just teen. I wanted to rebellion! The main thing different! So I probably know this more torn tights pulled over the other. My parents has disturbed the whole not really. On the contrary. At 16, my mom allowed me my first tattoo can stand for. Man I was proud. I would offend them, I should later . Learn
pictures from the time I unfortunately do not .. I think at that time I had a conventional camera.
18-19. I got older and realized after all I offend. Insult to my own birthday on my clothes were not as herlich. People are cruel. So I dyed my hair blond and fit me, at least to some extent. I was never a blinky-blinky-girl.
a real sense of fashion I had developed to date have not really.
I have to say. Inside I was always faithful. I've always heavy metal, tough guys, studs and all the other Kram loved. Outwardly I was
but becoming a puppet.
The 20's: Between 18 today I changed my hair color more often than others their underwear. The blonde was in a black undercoat. Red, brown. Until I landed in the end, again in black / dark brown. About a year ago I started with the blog and from there began to look seriously at me with fashion. I regret nothing I've worn. But in retrospect, I did not think it fit a lot to me. In the future I'll try my love of music and agree on my fashion sense. One has not always run around like a freak. But I want to leave flowers and co .. I'm just not.
15-16. I start just in this period, because previously I am not really concerned with fashion. In that time there were only a favorite icon for me: skulls! I had skull earrings, belts, shirts, shoes ... everything really. In retrospect, even iwie freaky. Another faithful companion: my studded belt. Out of my speakers boomed System of a Down, Mudvayne and Slayer. On my desk you can still find remnants of that time. Incised into things like "Fuck the system" and "Hate" there were the more harmless things. I was just teen. I wanted to rebellion! The main thing different! So I probably know this more torn tights pulled over the other. My parents has disturbed the whole not really. On the contrary. At 16, my mom allowed me my first tattoo can stand for. Man I was proud. I would offend them, I should later . Learn
pictures from the time I unfortunately do not .. I think at that time I had a conventional camera.
18-19. I got older and realized after all I offend. Insult to my own birthday on my clothes were not as herlich. People are cruel. So I dyed my hair blond and fit me, at least to some extent. I was never a blinky-blinky-girl.
a real sense of fashion I had developed to date have not really.
I have to say. Inside I was always faithful. I've always heavy metal, tough guys, studs and all the other Kram loved. Outwardly I was
but becoming a puppet.
The 20's: Between 18 today I changed my hair color more often than others their underwear. The blonde was in a black undercoat. Red, brown. Until I landed in the end, again in black / dark brown. About a year ago I started with the blog and from there began to look seriously at me with fashion. I regret nothing I've worn. But in retrospect, I did not think it fit a lot to me. In the future I'll try my love of music and agree on my fashion sense. One has not always run around like a freak. But I want to leave flowers and co .. I'm just not.
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