Good afternoon, Thursday. Sometimes my line of work calls for me to search for stuff. Like, a lot of stuff. Visual stuff mostly.
So as I sat here most of the afternoon looking for illustrators for inspiration, I somehow found myself thinking of Shirley Manson. I don't know why. I'm weird, I guess.
I think I thought of her because last night I watched SNL's recap of the 90s, and her and her little band called Garbage were guests back in they day. Damn if she did not look just too chic in hot pink satin and black ankle boots- very minimalist and really, very right this minute now. She was, and most likely still is, a complete fashion badass. Nobody wore red better, really. The hair, the clothes. So gorg. She managed to be both a minimalist and a rock and roller all at once. Respect.
Shirley is one of those ladies that my husband refers to as a "chick" - cooler than a girl but not quite so buttoned up to be a lady. You know the type.
But since I have much to accomplish before going to meet a pal for dinner, I must take my leave, but not before I break you off a little piece of Shirley- her fiery fierceness is what's up today. I never got over not being a redhead anymore- as I got older, my craving to be a redhead died a bit, but perhaps it's time to bring that all back. And though I will never go all fire engine like Shirley, I may dabble in the rouge arts once again. We'll see. For now, I'm going back to searching for images of the outer limits of space. Hope you enjoy Shirley girly.
Cause that's what's up this stupid girl kind of Thursday in the 212. Ooh, ps- I saw a girl in a leather beret today- here she is above. I love the image so wanted to share- I made it look much better than it looked in person, by the way. Who on Earth would wear a leather beret? The I Phone camera makes everything look like magic. Yours, in rock diva goodness. XO