OOTD: All I need is my biker bitch jacket.

First of all, let me start by saying these are the shoes from hell.
If you recall watching poor Cinderella's stepsisters fit on the glass slipper in the Disney version of this classic, you'll remember one's foot being too long as the other one's foot was far too wide to fit the opportunistic shoe. I am the former when it comes to these.

Women in general will push it to the limit for beauty, hence the phrase, here meaning literally, "beauty is pain". Being 1/2 a size too small- my regular 6's must bend their will to these 5.5 sized Charlotte Russe pumps. Having said that, they are hot as hell & I literally walk on coals to look amazing in these shoes.

My top is manufactured by a company named Blac Label... they make the most amazing tanks that I have ever come across. They are far more classy than Ed Hardy's as these use heavy duty material, grommets, & the designs are far more tattoo-inspired, as to the fact that they are depicted as body art. Throwing a leather over this shirt tends to scream "I own a Harley Davidson, bitch!"

The pants were acquired from Hot Topic on clearance, the time when I take the store for all it's worth. I've gotten such good deals from that store that I almost feel bad when at the register. Key word- ALMOST.

Last but not least, I'm pretty sure the finishing touch involved the presence of a studded two-tier watch from Target, that they practically gave away at a low 6$ plus tax.

I love this look as it is definetly one of my favorites. Hell, everything I've ever gotten from Blac Label is.

OOTD: Rugged weekend wear

This outfit is one that I break out separately but never together. Its one of my power outfits if you will & by far one of my favorites. One of the reasons is because the top was purchased from one of my favorite stores- a boutique named Up Against the Wall that was closed quite some time ago. I loved to shop there because you could always find something that was worth buying- something with edge & attitude. This store was the embodiment of everything I enjoyed when it came to clothing & decor. Even shopping there was an experience in itself. there were funky lamps, eccentric lighting & murals and the fitting rooms were graffitied in the likeness of an inner city building that had become the canvas for a spraypaint happy artist. To my good fortune, there were two malls in my area that had these boutiques but sadly, they closed about two years ago which reminds me, I should hunt online to see if any of them are still in existence. I'm hoping with all my might that this storeline wasn't just local.

The brand of this tank is Black Label. I have three tanks from them (one of which went ghost on me.... I need to find it) & the material used is not only quality, but the design is wunique as well. Grommets & tattoo designs are not usually elements that I rave about, but the way things have been arranged- in a subtle yet edgy way- I definetly think it leans more to the rock side & less to the fist pumping, Ed Hardy clad, guido side.

These are my first pair of ripped jeans. I got them on special from PacSun & decided (contrary to my earlier thoughts against purchasing something destroyed prior to wearing it) that I would buy them & watch them evolve. It got me thinking about all the clothing I've ever altered & how I morphed them into something else & I loved being able to recycle my clothing- in a manner of speaking.


Top.
Black Label (by way of Up Against the Wall)

Jeans.
PacSun.

Shoes.
Steve Madden. (by way of Ross)