You know how tough it is to have a fashion blog when you can’t take photos of your entire outfit? 

It’s fucking hard!

But, you know how hard it is to use a self-timer, even with a tripod?

It’s – as you might have guessed – fucking hard.

If you want to take a bunch of photos from the same angle where you are blurry & have your eyes closed, you should totally get a tripod. Because holy shit, will that thing ever deliver.

Still, I actually really like these shots. I took clearer, more fashion-y photos on a white background but for now I kinda like the “Oh hey! Here you are in my house!” vibe of these. Come on in, yo.

My beginner skillz mostly mean that these shots are pretty honest. With mirror photos you just pose until you look hot, smile, and then press the shutter button. Here, I have basically no guaranteed way to control what I look like. Okay, to rephrase, I have no idea what the photos will look like, including whether I am even in the frame.

For me the whole point of this outfit is the highlighter-pink of these jeggings with the poppy orange of my flats & my earrings. Do you know how hard it is to get your face and your shoes in one photo?

It’s fucking hard.

But I am also excited about being able to represent my body in a more complete way in photos, even if that means that the photos themselves are less “flattering”.

Here you can see both hands – and both tattoos – at once! I’ve never taken a photo of that.

The backs of my shoes have little bows, okay? Do you see the bows? Bows!

Also, here is a photo of myself from behind, which I don’t think I have ever taken before. Can you see that the back of my hair is asymmetrical? The old ladies at the grocery store were loving this new modified bowl cut, and I love old ladies.

I also have a matchy-matchy manicure with poppy/berry/orange zigzags, but two-handed close-up shots are beyond me, for now.

Oh & because you’ll ask, my shirt says “Timber Timbre.” Nick booked a show for Taylor in Ptbo last spring in a beautiful church here & it was such a perfect event.

I have almost stopped buying band shirts because I rarely like the way they look on me (or their “girly” tees are American Apparel and are automatically too small.) But this one is black, soft, and fitted, which means it’s in at least a bi-weekly rotation on my bod.

Okay we’re done now. I’m sure I will wear clothes again soon: stay tuned.