I’m baaaack. This tribal peekaboo dress is amazing. It was basically designed for my body. I swear. It’s was made for me. Here is a link to the YouTube version of my OOTDand a link to ALL OUTFIT DETAILS on my website - RavingsByRae.com
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NEW POST: Lookit me now ma, I’m a model!
I have two bits of exciting news to share! First of all, plus style staple Fashion to Figure has launched their new denim collection for fall. Secondly, they tapped a few NYC-based style bloggers to model their jeans, including yours truly!
It was such a fun day; after picking out my outfit I had my hair and makeup did (who doesn’t love getting dolled up, right?). They shot the entire lookbook on their roof, and I think it all came out awesome!
I picked out a pair of emerald green skinnies, and cuffed the hem for an on-trend look. I also layered a black & white peplum top to help make my hair pop. I really loved that they allowed us to choose and style our own outfits, it really showed how genuine Fashion to Figure is.
Want to check out the behind the scenes footage from the shoot? You can check it out here or on Fashion to Figure’s YouTube page.
You should also go check out Fashion to Figure’s blog; it’s filled with outfit ideas and helpful fashion tips.
So what did you think of all the looks? Which outfit is your favorite and which jeans are you crushing on?
These are self portraits. And that’s important because I believe that images are a glimpse at the magic that happens when the mind, body, and spirit connect. The camera is only an extension of the eye, and this is how I see myself.
A few months ago I heard Kathleen Cleaver, a former Black Panther, speak at a local museum and as she spewed her feelings about “Formation”, calling it pornography, I recall feeling a disappointment so strong it nearly felt like grief. I felt similarly reading bell hooks’ criticisms of Beyoncé. I felt that ultimately they were expressing their disdain for me, women like me, and my/our own brand of feminism and autonomous expression. I don’t fit into any one box. Sometimes I am poised and polite. Sometimes I’m a bitch. Sometimes I am homely. Sometimes I’m scantily clad. Regardless, I am always wanting more for us. More respect, more love, more space and freedom. My attire does not negate that.
Kathleen Cleaver called Beyoncé’s lens, and ultimately my own, mindless. She called it disgusting. And the dank thickness of her tone has fixed itself in my memory. Wedged itself in my psyche. And I find myself, ever since, feeling apprehensive about being visible in my own skin.
These are self portraits. And that’s important because shame and internalized misogynoir are real. Respectability politics are real. And while I am a woman who can be agreeable to a fault, I’ve never had a talent for conforming.
This is not pornography. These are self portraits.