flarin' up

although my style has developed notably within the past few years, there's no doubt that my first, most outward exhibition of personal style was my obsession with the '70s from ages 12-16. i loved disco music, lava lamps, lime green, all things bizarrely shiny, white lipstick, that same white lipstick as white eyeliner, and flares. oh dear god did i love flares. although i love myself a good skinny jean, there is little that rivals the glorious indulgence of uber-flares with super-high platforms. as the flare begins to reposition itself amongst the skinnies and cuffed boyfriends of the world, i'm sure you can imagine my delight.

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