Fashionista Finds – Nicholas Alan Cope Photography & Shifting Interests
You know something’s up when your interests start to evolve.
I used to obsessively stalk Style.com (okay, I still kind of do – but now it’s more of a seasonal thing).
Now I refresh Cup Of Jo restlessly (her Google Analytics pageview counter must love me). I’m addicted to her posts. I even know the approximate times she schedules them. While understanding how busy her schedule must be, I cross my fingers, hoping for more posts squeezed into a day. The need to feed is insatiable (freaked out enough about my compulsion for her curation yet?).
I used to take a good hour to get ready in the morning (sometimes more), waking up early to do my hair and dress up.
I now roll out of bed half an hour before I need to be out the door. Sometimes makeup gets done on the metro (in between stops), and hair is lucky enough to be brushed.
Dry cleaning my clothes used to be mandatory.
Somewhere along the way I tried to test the dry clean only tags and hand wash myself. Thank god for near-indestructible t-shirts. Don’t even embarrass yourself asking me about ironing (I’m a steam girl, and even that I haven’t touched in over a year).
The higher the shoe used to be, the better.
If I’m being completely honest with you, sometimes heels exhaust me *gasp*. While I still prefer wearing them most of the time, I too get to breaking points where I end up feeling crabby. Strangely enough, I’m finding flat shoes much cuter in general these days (is it just me or are heel collections looking a little more repetitive than usual?).
I used to shop like a maniac.
Now I want for nothing, only picking up things I need (possibly a result of manic shopping).
Fatigue was once my best friend, working throughout the night.
I’m lucky if I can keep my eyes open past 11pm now…
Red lipstick was my mantra.
It still is, but lately I’ve been craving more of that healthy nude look (I for the most part just end up appearing pale).
I used to be all about doing things in steps… buy a house, get married, have kids…
I no longer care in which order they come, and could quite honestly do without a mortgage for a while.
I used to give everyone the benefit of the doubt – to the extreme.
Now I question everything (in a healthy way, and I’m better off for it).
I used to eat as much junk as I could get my hands on.
Now I question every cookie (before eating it).
So what do you think? Am I getting old, or merely transitioning to the side of the tracks that’s less vain and self-obsessed?
P.S. How gorgeous are these Nicholas Alan Cope beauty product shots?Posted under artwork, Beauty, cosmetics, fashionista finds, Packaging, photography, Uncategorized by Robyn