I’ve something to tell you.
A dirty little secret I simply must share.
I’m somewhat obsessed with watching the Kardashian/Jenner women in all their
faux glory. It’s a little known guilty pleasure of mine. Their outbursts and fits of petulance. The neverending stream of drama permeating their lives on a daily basis, albeit many of which are self-induced, that in turn lead to seemingly irrational acts. (Questionable) style choices. Mostly that. Specifically Kourtney (her clothes, her hair), Kylie (damn those elusive lip kits, they’re always sold out) and Kendall (she’s the only one, aside from Kourtney, who doesn’t walk around caked with make-up).
Wait, does that make me a groupie?
While we’re being honest here, I’ll confess I rather admire Kimmy Cakes. I don’t quite like her as a person but I respect how she’s built this amazingly lucrative empire. In fact, I never realised just how sharp she was until I started watching the show (it all began with Bruce becoming Caitlin, I couldn’t stay away). Witnessing how she consistently repackaged herself/her brand to sustain commercial viability. Before that, I thought only Madonna possessed such impressive marketing skills.
So why am I now airing my dirty laundry?
To explain, in a somewhat catawampus sort of fashion, why I’m wearing a Kendall tee shirt. I’d have loved it more had it been a Kylie or Kourtney but customisation wasn’t an option.
Admittedly, I felt a wee bit awkward when I first put it on. Like I’d been caught
with my pants down or with my hand in the cookie jar wearing something age-inappropriate. A thought I instantly banished. Never again. Out the window you go, ludicrous misconception about what’s appropriate and what isn’t.
There’s no place for you in my head.
Besides, remember when I said 2016 would the year of many firsts? Not just in terms of what I choose to do but also in what I choose to wear.
I’ve done feathers. Preppy (this one was tough). Jumpsuit. Culottes. Had egg on my chest. Even took on a pencil skirt. And now, a Jenner top. Oh and with a leather bow in my hair too. Just to be clear, this tee shirt? It’s exceedingly well-made and soft and I really like it. A lot.
And no, I'm not paid to say that GRIN
It’s your turn to come clean.
Do I look like a wannabe rebellious teenager with angst to spare? A throwback to Papa Don’t Preach, perhaps? Or have I achieved the vibe I was going for, namely casual with a touch of kickass?
Be honest now.
p/s photos by Eve
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