Steinbeck Dust Bowl Meets Jenny from Forrest Gump: Contrastive Drama in a Crazy World
The world is getting crazy, people. We’ve got earthquakes, hurricanes, flooding, Al Sharpton hosting a news show, and Emily (that’s me) braving ant colonies and drug busts to take outfit photos. Okay, the world has always been crazy and fashion blogging isn’t exactly on par with natural disasters. Forgive the blatant use of others’ misfortunes to make my own story more interesting, but I felt this post needed some sort of dramatic intro.
After all, it’s the drama I love about these pictures. Although my personality isn’t as “Ooh, I have a pouty face and a broken-up heart,” as these photos might imply, I do love a good smoky eye and black dress on occasion. When I snagged this belt at the thrift store in my home town I knew I had to wear it with something that played up its 70′s glam quality, and this versatile, blank palate of a maxi dress seemed perfect.
Instead of just snapping my pictures against the requisite wall, I wandered out to a field and posed with this broken-down truck (to go with my broken-up heart). The juxtaposition of the glamorous black and gold outfit with the desaturated, peeling, crumbling truck and the dry fields makes me inordinately happy. I felt very “Steinbeck dust bowl meets disco-era Jenny from Forrest Gump (minus the coke high and the skeezy dudes).” I love dichotomies like this; contrast makes the world so interesting.
While climbing over ant hills (I sustained approximately 1000 bites) and negotiating scratchy briars I got involved in some genuine drama. It started with a few farm hands asking me if I’d “heard anything.” About what, I didn’t know. But soon enough a giant helicopter and a posse of squad cars converged on the farm, and I hightailed it out of there on the assumption that drugs or…I don’t know, serious racketeering were involved. (Really, I just wanted to write “racketeering). Somehow the coppers didn’t think to question the sketchy looking random who was tromping around in a slinky dress and heels. If anybody was suspicious in this scene, it was definitely me!
What’s your best crazy story involving outfit photos? Anyone else have fun cop tales to tell?