Lately I’ve been expanding my black, grey, and white clothing selection so I can throw something on early in the morning hassle-free and end up looking like a super cool Japanese man or sassy Dracula or something. It looks especially awesome when you mix different textures together, like I did here with the slub tank and patent shoes.

Below, there’s a photo of my boyfriend Justin looking a little uncomfortable holding my clear purse while I’m testing the lighting on my camera. I assure you camera fright is not at all the reason behind his discomfort – I’ve photographed him as my model many times before. It’s because I turn into an evil witch as soon as outfit photos need to be taken.

First, I’ll sit him on my bed while I gut my entire closet. After showing him many different clothing options, I’ll make snarky remarks at whichever one he choses and get angry that he’s not well-versed in women’s fashion when I’ve made it a point to learn the ins and outs of menswear for him. I’ll give him a little speech and finally choose something to wear. Then I’ll have a few seconds of deceiving happiness until the camera’s pointed at me and I’m blinking or half-blinking in all of the shots. I’ll get so frustrated I’ll turn red and stomp around like a child. At this point, Justin will be trying to cheer me up by petting me or giving my a hug but then I’ll just yell at him for babying me even though I’m clearly being a baby.

After a while he’ll manage to make me laugh or calm me down, then catch me in the moment. We’ll finally head home hand in hand into the setting sun while soft piano plays in the background and “And they lived happily ever after… The end” pans across the scene. I honestly don’t know how he puts up with me and my peculiar needs but I’m glad he does! Justin if you’re reading this, you’re stuck with me… MUAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHHHAHAHAHAA.