My hair colour changes more or less biweekly and I add a new tattoo to my body in accidental correspondence with the moon cycles. I am sick to death of common rhetoric like, you might think they are cool now, but what about when you’re older? So, I decided to point the lens at the very woman who said those things to me… my Nan (of course, there have been countless others too). By now, she has begun to come around to the idea that women are different or that culture has changed. She’s starting to imagine how I might look when I get to be her age. At least she knows I’ll never be boring.
It kind of hit me when I was twelve years old, long before emo was cool in the UK, that not following trends, and instead choosing to be yourself seemed to start a trend of your own. Cher Horowitz in Clueless was my fashion saviour; that film taught me to be as experimental as possible. I remember someone saying to me, I wish I could dress like you, and I just thought, dude, wear whatever you want! It’s all about how it makes you feel. Fashion is the one thing that makes me feel confident. And for a someone who isn’t naturally very confident at all, clothes allow me to invite people into my mind.