1.0Soft Sensibilitieshttps://kimberlypearl.co/blogKimberlyhttps://kimberlypearl.co/blog/author/kimberlypearl-92gmail-com/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="IGKP8PB5wT"><a href="https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/classic-everyday-ootd-uniform/">Working Girl</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/classic-everyday-ootd-uniform/embed/#?secret=IGKP8PB5wT" width="600" height="338" title="“Working Girl” — Soft Sensibilities" data-secret="IGKP8PB5wT" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> Hello, hi, hey. Remember me? It seems as if I start off every other post lamenting my disconnect with (and, to be honest, complete disinterest in) fashion in general, but I’d be doing my Aries tendencies injustice if I said otherwise. It’s hard to keep up with fashion these days, much less the ever-evolving glossiness of the industry’s blogosphere. Blame the American consumer culture, the social media frenzy, or adolescent insistence on instant gratification amplified only by the good ol’ Internet. Sure, I take part in the tomfoolery from time to time—much to the chagrin of my bank account and shrinking wardrobe space—but isn’t it exhausting? I find that I’m considerably happier when left to unwavering favorites and inspired by those whose style is inimitably theirs and theirs alone; all else is noise to me. After all, fashion fades. Style is eternal. Plus, I’ve always been intrigued by fashion stories (histories, analyses, etc.) over trend news. The proof is in the pudding; my personal style hasn’t evolved much—just refined itself—since high school. Nor is it something I find worthy of daily documentation (that too is exhausting!). I wear clothes. They’re sometimes nice, but nice is about as interesting as it gets: I prefer to let them be…http://kimberlypearl.co/blog/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/FullSizeRender-1.jpg