by Tara Osipoff on October 16, 2012
Beauty is a tricky thing.
What I’ve learned is this: Stop worrying about what other people think is beautiful.
Let yourself define your own beauty.
Stop looking in the mirror and start looking into your soul.
You decide if you have it; it’s yours. It doesn’t come in a box or in a shade of pink.
It comes with kindness and love.
Love to others and yourself.
It comes with sexy smiles and laughter.
It comes with intelligence and integrity.
It comes with empathy and compassion.
It comes with the confidence to own every part of who you are: the good, the bad, and the beauty.
In the end, things are just things; head jewels are just head jewels. They don’t make me more or less me, nor do they define whether I am beautiful or not. They are just things I wear to express how I feel that day.
Don’t be afraid to express what is flourishing on the inside of your beautiful soul.
I seem to be lacking the “What are others going to think?” filter.
I wear whatever makes me feel like me that day.
On the days that my mind sparkles and shines, I dress my head in jewels.
Love who you are. Start with the inside, and the outside will mirror just that.
Have no fear in being you.
Be you. Love you. Be beautiful.
Photography by Mike Phillips. Every week he helps my visions come to life. Find more of his work on my blog, or you can find his shots on his website at www.michaelphillipsphoto.com
Styling by myself, Tara Rose (Osipoff), and Tanisha Apperley <3
Hair by Sheena Huber from Elements Hair Design in Regina. You are great at what you do.
Makeup by Ashley Richter
Headpieces by Stacey Blayone
Models: Jessica Biss and Cat Lukan
by Tara Osipoff on October 10, 2012
They say the movement was born in Seattle in the late ‘80s.
They say it became commercially successful in the early ‘90s.
It was influenced by heavy metal, hardcore punk, and indie rock—
A general state of apathy with the current society.
No more playing pretend, but just simply being who you are, naked and uncovered.
It was a discomfort in the direction that the world was headed.
It was a shift in society motivated by anti-conformity.
It was a society fed up with theatrics.
It was a group of people who just didn’t give a fuck anymore.
It was the love of music and the rejection of the flashy, bullshit trends of the ‘80s.
And they called it Grunge.
“I’d rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.”
Those were the famous words of the late Kurt Cobain.
Grunge was exactly that. When the flashy glitters of the ‘80s started to get old, people were tired of the sparkles falling from their jackets. They no longer wanted to have fish swimming in their platform shoes; they just wanted to be. They were ready to hang up the sequined jackets, they wanted to stop backcombing their hair, and they didn’t want to see disco balls anymore. People just wanted to feel comfortable and listen to some good music with the people that they called friends. Laser beam and smoke machine concerts were tiring, and all they wanted to do was watch a band sit with their guitars and play some real music while singing about the depressing state that they were all in.
Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Pixies, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Cranberries, and Radiohead. These are just a few of the bands that heavily influenced grunge. Not only on a musical level, but grunge as a whole: the fashion, the attitude, and the movement itself. Grunge was a plethora of people sick of conforming. Supermodel Kate Moss started a trend described as “Heroin Chic”—proof that not only was grunge about music, but that the fashion industry too was taking a bite of the alternative apple. Body piercings, tattoos, and uncombed hair could be seen on the streets of Manhattan; it was no longer just a garage band, schoolyard trend. Plaid shirts, worn denim, and pants that didn’t stick to your thighs—these were staples in grunge attire. Band tees that were ripped and well worn-in. Crop tops that revealed stick-thin tummies and belly button piercings. Tops that flowed, over-sized sweaters, and converse shoes. Doc Martens with wool socks peeking out at the top. Khaki pants and do-it-yourself khaki shorts, hand cut with scissors or any other tool that could cut through the fabric. Vests, overalls, and trench coats. Floor-length floral maxis and oversized tees. Browns, olive greens, and cloudy blues.
The beautiful thing about fashion in the ‘90s is that it hadn’t been done before. It was pure innovation from the people who weren’t even looking to be innovators: it just happened. A movement was created that still influences today’s fashion, today’s music, and today’s attitudes. I like to think that some of my daily looks are influenced by grunge. I grew up on it. I watched my older brother play the bass while I sat in oversized pants and a Nirvana shirt. I would longboard with my bestie, Jen, and idolize all the young skater boys. It was a phase—but it can still be seen in my wardrobe today. Crop tops and band tee shirts, plaid and leather, jean jackets and khaki—all of it can be found in my closet at this very moment. I pair things a bit differently than before, but the influence is still there.
The looks from this shoot are examples of how I would modernize grunge. Grunge is classic and doesn’t need a lot of changes, even to work in today’s world of fashion. Designers are always bringing back trends from previous eras, and grunge has been continuously reinvented in the fashion industry.
Grunge stood for just not giving a damn about what other people thought; it was about being who you are. As Kurt Cobain said: “Wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you are.” And ain’t that the damn truth. I think that’s why I have always taken a liking to grunge: I’m just me, that’s it, that’s all. When the makeup is gone and I am naked and clothesless, I am just a grateful human being with a head full of knowledge and a heart full of love. That’s all I am when you get to the bottom of it—and how beautiful is that?
When you’re naked, without your big TV and without your car, with no house and with no money—who are you? More importantly, do you like you? You should— because there just isn’t another you. So be happy being the best damn you that you can be.
Photography by Mike Phillips
You can find Mike’s work throughout my blog or on his site at www.michaelphillipsphoto.com. A big thank you to Mike, who is always challenging me to push harder as an artist.
Styling by myself, Tara Rose (Osipoff) and Tanisha Apperley
I’ve hired a second stylist, Tanisha Apperley. I met her and instantly knew that she would be an asset to me; she is an innovator, and the things that are to come from us will not shock us, but will probably greatly shock you all … At the very least, hopefully you see in us the potential that we see in ourselves.
Models: Edge Agency – Brianne Punk and Tiffany Janzen
Makeup by Tara Rose and Tanisha Apperley
Clothing from this shoot was provided by Uforia Muse in Regina. A lot of it was also found at thrift stores and then altered by myself and Tanisha. I do want to give a huge thank you to the amazing women of Uforia Muse. I can honestly say that I never leave that store empty-handed. The owners always have the most unique designers, and travel far to find them. I love everything about the clothes that they’re rockin’. Don’t be afraid to stop by and tell them I sent you.
by Tara Osipoff on October 1, 2012
Like the wind, I am in a constant state of change—ever evolving, ever growing. Like that wind, there are times when my whisper is gentle—where it is calm, dancing throughout this life. That same wind has a side that is fierce, that screams out, “I am here to be heard!”
Change: some fear it, some embrace it, and some know nothing of it.
Go with it, or simply be left behind.
Be better than you were yesterday, but less than you will be tomorrow.
When the wind blows, it doesn’t think about how you feel about its breath, about it’s push; it does what it does, without thought. It has no concept of fear.
Imagine how easy life would be if we were all a little more like the wind—if we didn’t think about what others thought.
I have been asked many times by some of you lovely readers about how to transition a maxi skirt into the fall. I think that when fall comes, we all think we need to run out and buy an entirely new wardrobe. You look at your lovely little closets and think, “Ugh, I’m clothes-less—hopelessly clothes-less.” I will argue that this is simply not true. There is a wide array of summer colours and styles that can be taken right into the fall season, and some right through to winter if done properly and paired correctly. The maxi skirt is one of them. Even if it is only a thin piece of material, a maxi skirt can be worn with a pair of leggings or a high boot to add warmth. You can also pair it with a long sleeve shirt or a bodysuit as worn in this shoot. If you want, it can even still be worn with tank top—just toss on a blazer or an oversized sweater. All it takes to keep your wardrobe transitioning through the seasons is a bit of creativity, and if you are reading this thinking “look Tara, I’m a numbers gal; my mind doesn’t flow in that way,” welp—that’s why there are fashion blogs and the web in general to offer you endless ideas that are free as free can be! This past weekend I wore a one-piece bathing suit with a pair of leggings and a jean jacket. There was no way I was spending $150 on a bathing suit and only wearing that sucker in the summer—no my girlfriends and man friends, I don’t roll like that. Getting creative with your pieces is a way to save moola and transition them into the ever-changing seasons.
I think that part of the reason I am creative with my pieces is because I grew up in an environment where I was forced to be creative. My parents did everything they could to ensure that we had some spending money for clothes throughout the year, but it was seldom and the pot wasn’t huge. So I knew that the pieces I bought had to have some functionality behind them; they had to have the ability to transition into different seasons. I put a lot of thought into colour and structure; I knew I had to spend time with these pieces. So now that I am not operating on a Fat Cat children’s bank account from the RBC and have money to spend on fabulous clothes, I have developed a knack for finding functional pieces. Don’t get me wrong; not every piece I buy can be worn throughout the year. But I do question a piece’s life span when making any purchase.
So don’t run out with your credit cards clutched in hand, ready to go into debt over a new fall wardrobe. Look at the pieces you have from the summer that have potential to be worn into the fall. Seek out warmer colours like burgundies, browns, burnt oranges, mustard yellows, and deep reds, and purchase pieces that can be worn alongside them. If those colours aren’t your cup of tea, you can work with pastels as well. Soft colours can also be worn well in this season. Be creative, open your mind to change, try things you have not tried before, and don’t worry about what others may think—trendsetters never do. Wear what makes you feel fabulous. Embrace change, continuously evolve, and be a better you than you are at this moment—there is always room for growth. So be fierce, be strong, be kind, be grateful: be you.
Thanks for reading dearest humans, and remember: life is beautiful, dress accordingly.
This week we were pleased to work with a guest photographer, Luke Sitter. He is a creative photographer here in Regina, Saskatchewan and more of his work can be found at www.lukesitterphotography.com or on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/lukesitterphotography. He has a ton of must-see work in his portfolio.
Hair – moi
Styling – Ohhh you know, me of course.
May you all have a beautiful fall day,