There are a lot of yellow buildings in my neighborhood, including my own.
Sometimes, I like to pretend that I'm not in a city, but I'm somewhere tropical--maybe Cuba, because those are the only places I can imagine where yellow buildings don't seem so out of place. I feel like these yellow duplexes are a holdover from a decade ago, when it was en vogue to own a house in pastel hues; the custard, banana cream fillings on my block are wedged between the typical browns and greys, and whites of any other street. Yellow is kind of like a hanging vine that each property manager is slowly, slowly hacking away at. Yellow, is how I like to think of myself, when I get dressed in the morning: a bright and earnest attempt to stand out, be noticed, be heard, be seen.
It might seem odd then, that my choice for dress is grey. But, grey is like armor and chunky boots are a shield--both of which are mainstays in my wardrobe.
Today, it's DVF. Vintage DVF, if we can fudge the meaning just a little (because this dress is only a few years old). My favorite thing about this dress is that it is shapeless and boxy and so seemingly un-Diane Von Furstenberg, who is known for designing clothing which accentuates the womanly figure. I think it's only fitting to my style that my first DVF dress is something that contradicts the house's general aesthetic and in that way, I'm Yellow--standing outside the otherwise set standards (for building colors and ways of dressing).
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"Confidence. If you have it, you can make anything look good."
---Diane Von Furstenberg
Dress: DVF, Shoes: Divided by H&M, Purse: Deena & Ozzy from Urban Outfitter, Headband: Forever 21
Photography by Miriah Austin.