le swimming crisis

I have this stylistic identity crisis every change of season. Generally I start the season a bit off but tend to end pretty strong. I'd describe my style as "hip, preppy, chic." Three fundamental style influences were the hipsters I've looked up to through the years; my catholic schoolgirl education (and uniform); and, well, I hate to say it, but good taste really. 

If I had to give idealized images, I guess I could talk about Marilyn, Jackie, and Hitchcock women. Think the heartbreaking prettiness of Marilyn's naked breasts...

As to Hitchcock women, one only needs to be reminded of Grace Kelly in Rear Window --with the Jimmy Stewart.

Finally, think crisp, athletic, gorgeously crafted unique pieces of clothing. This is pretty much what my style amounts to. 

small poetry

I thought you looked

like a bellicose bear,

large and Russian,

like tasteless vodka.

Art doesn't smell like anything; neither do you.

Sometimes I remember you,

while biting through a brussels sprout.