H&M shirt; Forever 21 skirt; American Apparel otk socks; Steve Madden clogs; Louis Vuitton "speedy 30" bag; handcrafted cuff
Many bloggers do segments where they introduce you to their wonderful boyfriends.. the "man behind the camera" if you will. In my case, my photographer is my little sister. The two of us couldn't be more different & other than our extreme stubbornness & captivation for fighting with each other, I'm not sure if we share much else in common. She's 13, engulfed in Hollister & Abercrombie "couture" (I styled her in these photos so she's wearing all my clothes), & refuses to wear any make-up or paint her nails. What teenage girl doesn't want to be pampered with makeovers & manicures? When I was her age I totally had my own sense of style & didn't give two fucks what anyone else thought. When all the girl's were getting their belly buttons pierced, I was begging my mom to let me put hot pink streaks in my hair (remember back when Christina Aguilera had the red highlights?) & my sister would rather die than do something outside the box like that. I guess the point I'm trying to make though, is that as much as I'd like to strangle her 90% of the time, there's that 10% that enjoys watching Hannah Montana with her & listening to her chatter about school everyday when she gets off the bus, or even right now as I'm writing this she's dancing around the living room like a moron waving the cat's toys throughout the air... how can I not love that? So, meet my photographer, my sister Kelsey.