I recently got snapped by a Montréal Street Style blogger from the Examiner. It has been an amusing treat in the past to have been snapped by other street style blogs too, including The Style Scout, Savvy London, and Face Hunter. As a stylist myself, I have also been on the other (more enjoyable!) side of the lens, having published Street Style pieces of sartorial-standouts for Nylon Magazine and the Globe and Mail.
As street style blogs often do, Examiner asked me a few rapid fire questions to summarize my style quotient. My answers - as well as my outfit that day - were remarkably different from what they have been chronicled as in the past, when I've been caught by street style bloggers and I dressed more like Catherine Baba, Patti Smith, Princess Leia, or Mick Jagger.
On this fateful day however, I was caught debuting my new, purple-black Prada shades (a New Year's gift from my best friend), gold American Apparel leggings, gray boyfriend Burberry cable-knit cardigan, Salvatore Ferragamo boots, and my coveted biker jacket.
In a quick description of my style, I avoided using the cliché term, 'eclectic' which unfortunately, too often conjures the image of a middle-aged woman in ill-fitting and brightly-colored, novelty clothing (think polka dots, ethnic accessories, and gumboots all in one outfit). However, when used accurately and without prejudice, eclectic refers to 'selecting an unrelated/heterogeneous mixture of what appear to be the best of various doctrines/methods/styles'. With that description in mind, 'eclectic' fits my visual personae just fine.