Maybe it's all the Florence and Karen Elson I've been listening to lately, or the eerie tarot card reading I got on a whim last weekend- but my style has been veering into a sort of subcultural witchy woman realm as of late.
Theres definitely some truth to the possibility of my new found edge is a subconscious rebellion against all the obnoxiously loud "techno prints" that have taken over my body from 9-5. With so many designers busting out the busy brights for spring I find it much more appealing to express my feminine side with mysterious leather and lace.