Kristina debuted this thrifted cherry-print dress last December, and I immediately went all Grabbyhands McGee. I have no idea why cherry has been enshrined as THE rockabilly print, but whatever the reason, I’m a slave to it. My style ethos can basically be boiled down to “wearing costumes every single day”. I don’t want “a touch”, “a dab”, “an inspiration” – no, when something strikes my fancy, I go all out.
In Kristina’s dress, I look like a caricature of a rockabilly babe, and that’s exactly the way I like it. I am not subtle, and I never will be.
Let’s take a moment of silence for having a vintage-loving friend exactly your size. I have found that in Kristina (though I promise I’m not using her for her wardrobe). When you live on dollar-rack finds, you gotta look out for one another.
Also, I did not realize until after I’d shot and edited these photos that I had mimicked her so blatantly. I had totally forgotten how she’d posed, but I guess my subconscious remembered. Either that, or the dress exerted its power over us both. Cherries can do that.
How she wore it: