In June of 2018, I decided I would explore my creative side. I have since continued practicing my skills. During these 6 months, my style has shown through as what I would describe as vintage infused with modern art. The age factor is something I am drawn to in collectible items but it is the crisp, boldness of modern-like photography that catches my eye.
Creative & Collective will be where I discuss my creative journey, share pictures of my art, and provide videos with my antique shopping hauls. Since I also collect notebooks and stationery, those topics will fall under this category as well.
When I use the word modern I am not specifically talking about today’s modern. I am talking about modern of any time period. Each generation is known for trendy designs, patterns, and colors but all to often we forget that during those trends there are also pieces of art considered modern. I do not necessarily pair the two, time frame with trend and modern, as much as I…. just pair the two.
I tend to favor style with clean, crisp lines but with fashion I like flair. An easier way of explaining could be that in design I like the precise, defined look whereas in fashion I prefer the runway style. We can all agree that what is worn on the catwalk is not worn on the streets. Combining the two creates interest for the eye.
It can create friction choosing to mesh the two opposite ends of the spectrum but I feel I do so in a fluid way. It appeals to the softened and busy eye. It is my appreciation for detail that I have come to realize sets me apart from others. It takes risk and charisma to pull it off. Two qualities I possess.
Bold and Subdued
Black and white is my favorite go to. That is shown on my website. Adding a pop of color enhances the crispness of it. I love the color. My favorite being red but something you will find is I rarely use or wear red. I prefer to use purple which is opposite on the color wheel but the two can be beautifully paired together.
Growing up one thing I clearly remember is liking red opposed to pink. It was pointed out to me that red was a “boy” color. From that day forward I would say that purple was my favorite so not to be put into the boy category. Well, guess what? Red is my favorite color and I am not ashamed to say it!
In high school, my Ma and I redid my room. Tearing down the pink wallpaper to replace it with white paint. My curtains were black to match my comforter with white polka dots and then we used red accents. I LOVED it!
As far as my fashion sense goes I would classify it as… My own. I am not a girly girl and never have been. My fashion sense is along the lines of stylish and comfortable.
Dressing up as far as a dress and heels go is rare but I clean up nice. I prefer skinny jeans with an oversized top that hangs off the shoulder, boots with a heel, chunky heel, not stiletto and my hair in a low hanging ponytail. But most days are casual days after my work uniform comes off because let’s face it, most of us are in our work clothes more than the ones we want to be in.
Here begin my collectives, in a fashion sense. I absolutely love glasses and purses, simple, dainty jewelry and stationery. Stationery? Yes, I see the stationery I love as an accessory as well as functional. Teehee. The accessories I chose are feminine, girly, flashy, glittery, over the top and bows… Don’t even get me started!! The bigger. The better. Me!
It is funny because I am a little gangsta girl #504boys #weezy #ugk I listen to Kevin Gates, Gucci Mane, The Weekend, Tigga, Erykah Badu, Lenny Kravitz… I appreciate rap music, I relate to a lot of it. I have 2 12’s in my trunk with a competition amp and Bose stereo system 🙂 (my sisters is way better!) Shoutout to the elusive Darik.
I love Southern African American culture. Baggy, not sagging, clothes. The beat of their energy gives me life. This beautiful culture brings the meaning of family to a whole new level. They invite their crackhead uncle and prostitute cousin to Thanksgiving because they are family and they give to family. They are dedicated to one another by blood. Hell, they will consider you family and when that happens, you experience love without judgment. The only one you need to observe is momma. She is the matriarch and the one who created the bond that is that energy field. Respect her. You don’t have a choice anyway.
Fun fact Candace means Ethiopian Queen. Enough said.