I'm 5'3".. on a good day. And the media has always told me that I'm incredibly average, that beauty is pouty lips, and big boobs, and skinny waists, and thighs that don't touch. I remember flipping through magazines as a teenager and wondering why none of the women looked like me, with their sky high legs and protruding ribs, and feeling a total lack of self-worth. On a field trip in fifth grade, I recall students on the bus mocking my skin tone with remarks about how I'm "so pale, [I] look like [I'm] dying." I closed my eyes, feigning sleep, so that nobody could see me crying. At some point, it just clicked: Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, and I needed to change the way in which I viewed myself.
I'm an actress. When I put on a costume, my whole demeanor changes. This often surprised my high school classmates, as I walked into my classroom virtually invisible but somehow transformed when in costume on a stage. I never put much emphasis into fashion until I tried on a pair of jeans that fit so perfectly, I never wanted to take them off. To anybody else, those jeans were... jeans! To me, they were my first foray into self confidence. A simple article of clothing changed the way I walked into a room, demanding just a little more attention then the shy girl who'd been in her place the day before. I soon realized the power of a perfectly fitted article of clothing. I carried myself differently, which in turn, changed the way people perceived me.
Over time, I've developed a more eclectic taste. An outsider might think a unicorn farted glitter into my closet, and truth be told, I don't mind at all. I wear what I want, even if holographic sweatshirts and pastel pinks are so last season. I don't run towards trends, I run towards the glittery pink shirt that will make me feel so joyful IDGAF what anybody else things of me!
Photographer: Dan Battista
White Overalls: LF
Black Bootlets: Guilty Sole
Holographic Jacket: Forever 21
Pink Snake Jacket: Valfre
Mesh Rainbow Shirt: Dollskill
Why hello there, welcome to the Babe Cave.
I know what you're thinking: how the f*ck did you squeeze into a miniature toy truck?!
Well, allow me to explain:
It started with a pair of overalls. I'd been pining over Jbrand's shorts overalls, but I refused to pay the hundreds of dollars on the retail price tag. `
Call it chance or fate, but when opportunity met luck, and I spotted those same overalls at a thrift store, in my size, I had to snatch them up! Shortly thereafter, Dan Battista, photographer and creator behind Trash Studios, contacted me regarding a collaboration. I gave him two suggestions: 1. Make me look hot. 2. Let me wear my overalls! And like the magician he is, Dan created a concept. "I will place you into a toy truck in three different outfits." Let the magic begin:
Step 1: Dan purchased a toy truck, which he placed center in front of a blue backdrop and lit just right:
Step 2: Upon removing the truck, I took center frame in my first look featuring the thrifty overalls, a Zara one-piece, some dirty AF Coach shoes, and a rainbow bob:
Step 3: In case you couldn't get enough of me, no ice cream truck is complete without an attendant. I sported a romper and a Forever 21 crop top as the Babe Cave's popsicle connoisseur:
Step 4: The final look of our magical mystery ride? A unicorn driver, of course:
Step 5: Dan placed all the images in his magic hat, grabbed his wand, and poof:
Okay, so maybe he used photoshop too.. But still, the results are mesmerizing enough to give David Copperfield a run for his money!
As an LA girl, who spends a significant portion of her life on the 405 freeway questioning her purpose in life, I find it freeing to step out of the car and onto the streets of bustling NYC. I'm often so overtaken by the city's energy that I'm oblivious to the stares and glares from bewildered onlookers, onlookers who wonder if a unicorn farted glitter onto my wardrobe. I'm attracted to sparkles, shimmer, and all things glitter, and my friends have acclimated... to my style, essentially. I'm incredibly private, but as I wander the streets of Williamsburg, Brooklyn, my wardrobe screams for attention. I'm too excited to be out of LA to care, and perhaps that's the most attractive accessory on my person.
Pants: Free People
Photos: Samuel Cage