I like fashion to be loud. Obtrusively loud. Not just in colors, prints, and more of the obvious but also in risk.
“You sure you want to wear that?”
“I don’t know if that look is the best choice.”
When I hear this, I know I am on my way to making the right decision. The louder the risk, the greater the reminder that we are alive.
Shocking approach? Doubtful. The name of this blog is, “Vulgar Citizen” after all. With all that being said I had to include my favorite swimsuit of the summer. I especially love how it bounces off of my skin tone. Is it vulgar? Hardly. In fact, I find it to be quite tame. However, I am including it for good reason.
I call a swimsuit like this a “vanitysuit.” No one who wears this is getting into any body of water. Fuck the flats. Out come the heels that most people would reserve for the evening. The hair is did and the makeup is flawless. Counterintuitive? Absolutely. I said VANITY and I meant it.
I reside in Los Angeles where the smiles are fake and the personalities are even faker. Fashion is one of the few things that tend to reveal the temperament of the person you are dealing with.
My temperament: REVEL IN THE RISKS AND REAP THE REWARDS. KICK CONVENTIONAL WISDOM IN THE FACE. We are all going to be dead soon enough. No one is going to remember your fucking pearls.
Fashion. Filth. Freedom.