I’m calling it – leather jackets are out, and brown is in. I’ve been unhealthily addicted to scrolling through street style on Pinterest lately, and jackets always come out on top (and land in my cart) every time.
Naturally, I’m season confused. While we’re deep in spring in New Zealand, I can’t shake the need to buy fall clothes. To be fair, it has been raining non-stop here and doesn’t look like it’s letting up anytime soon. My flatmate actually laughed at me when she saw this arrive in the post on a 30° day. Sitting here now in my cold 13° Auckland villa, I fully stand by my decision. At least for a little longer.
Weekday Isa Jacket
ASOS Hoop Earrings
Vehla Eyewear Sunglasses
Just to prove my flatmate wrong, you’ll seeing me wear this over crop tops and shorts all summer long. I guess that’s the beauty of living in New Zealand – we can easily experience four seasons in one day, especially at night. It gets so cold!
We’re throwing it back to 2015 with these photos – I haven’t shot my own outfit photos on the street with a tripod in years. I honestly forgot how much I love it. That’s getting shoots done on my own, not the anxiety that usually comes for the ride. I’ve always been jealous of people that have helpful friends or the token blogger boyfriend to call on to capture these moments. I forgot how empowering it is to not need to rely on anyone to get shit done.
Lately, I’ve had a lot of time to think and reflect on life. I’ve feel I’ve become a little too complacent and a little too careful about it. Too reliant on others to get where I want to be. I used to do things like this all the time. Even though shooting my own photos doesn’t seem like that big of a deal, trust me – it became one. The catcalling, the hassling. I swear when you have as soon as you bring out a tripod anywhere, it’s like an open invitation for comment. Every time I thought about shooting my own photos, I anticipated an ambush. Hence the anxiety I developed. Taking these photos on my own felt like taking a small step towards getting back to my old self – one that was carefree, determined and wouldn’t let anything stop her. I miss her, and I want her back.