“Look fabulous if you’re feeling ordinary.”
Someone said this to me a couple of years ago when I turned up at a shoot wearing an old hoodie and sneakers. No make up, unwashed hair, looking like something the cat dragged in. I was sick that day and I couldn’t be arsed. But people notice. They always do when you wish they wouldn’t; when you’re least expecting someone to look down at your chipped manicure someone always does.
I feel ordinary most days, dry-eyed and fuzzy from lack of sleep in the mornings and more than happy to let my wardrobe dictate my moods. It can be daunting but such is fashion: fickle, unforgiving, fleeting. Superficial, but so much fun, though the novelty is starting to wear.
