Over time, though, I've come to peace with my disparate interests, in part because I no longer see them as being so disparate. I don't love fashion for the compliments. I'm not concerned with being trendy. I love it as an art, just as literature is an art. I fully admit fashion is probably a lesser art, but it's an art nonetheless.
I really can't draw. I'm the only one of my siblings with this affliction. Getting dressed is my art form. It's an aesthetic that I can create and, even better, wear. It's my own means of creative expression.
My love of literature quite frequently ties in with my love of fashion. When I get dressed, I often think of books and poems as inspiration. To highlight the meeting ground I've found between my two favorite art forms, I'm starting a new series called The Poetic Wardrobe. From time to time, I'll post outfit pictures accompanied by the poem that inspired it.
This first one is a bit silly and needs little explanation. As I got dressed, all I could think was "I carry your heart with me. I carry it in your heart."
[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]
by e.e. cummings
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
Outfit Details:
Glasses - Rivet & Sway
Shirt - Old, Gap
Heart Brooch - handmade by me
Belt - thrifted
Skirt - thrifted
Tights - ?
Shoes - Urban Outfitters










