I throw this black Asos skater dress on often — it’s layerable, comfortable and classy. For my body type, I noticed the most comfortable yet stylish looks come from a skater, bias-cut, sheath or a-line dress because they aren’t as tight as, well, a bodycon. The buttons on this dress are fully functional and decorative. But let’s be honest, these pumps from Three Penny Mercantile stole the clothes show. They are gorgeous with their ornately gold embellishments. The feather embroidered sweater I put on over my dress (in the pictures further down the page) was comfortable and added an element of fun to a rather simple look. (Simplicity usually looks best in photos with two people.) Alex complimented my look with his monotone outfit: a grey American Rag chambray button-up and vintage black men’s jacket.
Alex and I traveled down to my ol’ college town, — Ashland — for the weekend to catch up and shoot with our talented friend Claire. She and I shot for 8 hours documenting looks I styled with a mix of items from Three Penny Mercantile and some of my own. So — of course — we had to throw my handsome partner in the creative whirlwind too.
I assume an origins question about Alex and I would likely be posed sometime, so I decided to jump the gun. This is going to be a two-part-er with more story and pictures coming later this week.
:: Part I of II :: Amanda & Alex ::
Picture this: I was a wee freshman and he was a dreamy junior in high school. We were in art class together on and off for two years. Though we never talked, we both had irrational crushes on each other.
Our art teacher Telle’ (“telly”) was a beefy, teddy bear of a man. He drew muscled super-women, taught wrestling and football and occasionally wore kilts. He would host karaoke days around the holidays, and had the radio permanently set to 80’s tunes or Brian Reagan. ’80’s films would sometimes be playing, and once a year he would pop in a VHS of The Little Mermaid and recite it all while drawing at his table. Oh, and he was a genuinely sweet guy. He’s always been hilariously militant with student’s names and would address us loudly by our surnames; this is how Alex and I knew each other’s names without ever talking.
Though we had no idea, Alex & I were attracted to each other’s talent, mystique and appearance. That’s all you could really tell from afar, and permissible in high school. (Hm, by now I’m starting to feel like I should be writing “Dear Diary” in this story.) Contact happened only one time: a heart-thumpingly magnetic three-second stare into each other’s eyes from across the room. Obviously, the occurrence was meaningful since we both still remember, 8 or 9 years later. Our friends even remember us talking about each other.
And that’s Part.1, folks! The next post will be about when we finally talked to each other for the first time and a little beyond.
::: Clothes :::