I’ve never had a direct influence to my style like some people seem to have and to be honest, I never really got that obsessed with vintage style. I’m not really ashamed to say that I buy loads of brand new clothes from chain stores, albeit, online chain stores. I mean, why should I be? I don’t like that certain… pretentious, hipster, stigma, that buying from ‘malls’ too much is a bad thing. Yes, we live in a pretty damn consumerist society. What are you going to do people? As I stated quite a few posts back now, our existence, is basically entirely pointless, so buy whatever the fuck you want, from wherever the hell you please, while you can. I buy clothes that I like and that I can afford from a variety of sources.

That was pretty off topic to where I’m going, I apologise. There is only one fashion era from the past that I have any attachment to. Yeah, that’s right, this blogger doesn’t really give a shit about the 90s revival. Yes, I was born in 1990 and my entire childhood was the 90s but for some reason, I don’t feel any  sense of nostalgia about it. Probably because my childhood was freaking shit. When I was a child, I didn’t care about the present and I didn’t think about the past, I was completely enchanted by thoughts of the future. I would day dream about a magnificent future, where I didn’t cry every single day, instead, I drove around in a flying car in the darkness with neon lights everywhere. As I got older and become interested in style, there was one decade of the past that stuck out to me.

The sixties, mostly because of miniskirts. Did you know that the term ‘mini’ was named after the car? How funny, that’s basically the only car I like! I’ve always been a shorty. In all my school class photos, I’m always seated at the front, with the short people. Every single time we lined up in order of tallest to shortest, I was always at the end. These days, I’ve grown to a staggering 5’0. Yes, I know, who ever thought I would have vertically expanded to such a height? During my teens, I always felt so short and vulnerable. It didn’t help that my brother would often call me stumpy. The skirts that were part of my school uniform, were naturally a maxi length. Everybody had their skirts shortened. To a few inches below their hips. My yiayia (grandmother) shortened mine and would only go as short as, just above my knees. Suffice to say, I felt like a fool.

A few years later, when I had my first casual job, at sixteen, I went clothes shopping by myself, for the first time. Fashion was having a sixties mod revival at the time and I completely fell in love with all the classy looking mini skirts and dresses. Finally, my legs looked longer and I didn’t seem to be drowning in my dresses. Following the same trend of the sixties, to compensate for the extremely short lengths, I invested in a lot of tights. I was the tights queen man. At one point, I even wanted to have my own tights/sock shop when I was older.

Actually, I still really like tights and socks. I have two separate drawers dedicated to them in my room. So, that’s my favourite decade of the past, in terms of style, folks. I love the length of the clothes, the swing coats, the peter pan collars, the hair, the make up! I just like a lot of things from the sixties. The style of shoes is probably one of the only things I’m not a huge fan of. A few weeks ago, I stumbled upon a jackpot of images from the sixties, (I don’t remember the source, so if you do, please let me know!) and decided to share some with you.

I decided to dress with a sixties influence and Edie Sedgwick style make up. Wearing my new Zana Bayne harness as a necklace… ah, the options.

I edited my lips and made them red here, I just wanted to see how red lips would look with this eye make up.