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Asymmetric wool jacket courtesy of Public Beware, MM6 Maison Martin Margiela bag, Topshop boots, American Apparel shorts and tights

The weather is finally starting to get better. I feel like I haven't posted a proper outfit shot in weeks. And this weekend, I happened to get my first horrible case of food poisoning. FYI tequila when you're in recovery mode... not a good idea.

• My hair is 6-7 hours of Manic Panic dye in Vampire Red. It lasts about a month. And the fading is leftover from my previous hair color.
  
• My new tattoo is a quote from Zelda Fitzgerald. It was done by Chris Gonzales at Humble Beginnings Tattoo. He also did the triangle behind my left ear.
  
• I'm probably not ready to embrace New York City weather but at least this Public Beware jacket keeps me warm enough.
• I need new shoes.
A reader asked me this question:


I find that in the "blaggher" world or in any creative venture there's this eternal struggle between staying true to yourself (i.e. I don't give a fuck about what other people think and they can suck it) and the need for validation because of the intimate yet tortuous thought of "Oh fuck, is what I'm putting out complete garbage and thus do I suck?" (which, for me, cyclically comes about once a month). What are your thoughts on this struggle?

I feel like I'm often asked this question because many readers have interpreted my style of blogging as "I don't give a fuck." But actually, this isn't true. I think the problem with the evolution of fashion blogging is that we assume what's trendy and mainstream is the only acceptable form of success. We forget that different perspectives and taste (or for that matter, taste levels) exist. And not because he or she is consciously rebelling against the norm; it's just what they're into.

And for the record. I do give a fuck. No one cares about a tote bag give-a-way anyway.