Mod and Op Art: The Dumpster Divers' Edition

Dress: from the trash (see below); Leggings: I totally forget; Boots: thrift; Earrings: Jessica; Headband: Stylize; Sunglasses, brooch, bauble ring, and black and white ring: vintage; Diamond ring: Birks; Shadow: Beau

I got this dress in the trash -- sort of. I live in a neighbourhood where it is simply considered rude to place one's good trash in the dumpster. Instead, one should leave good trash beside the dumpster where others can come and pick through it and take what they want.

So, to be technical, I got this dress beside the trash.

It's ended up being one of Beau's very favourite dresses on me.

I'm honestly not really sure why. It's not like it really shows off my figure or anything,which is often what causes him to exclaim over an outfit I'm wearing. 

I guess it has something to do with when he came of age: in the late 80s and early 90s, when short dresses with leggings and flat boots were all the rage. 

You know how it is; whatever was stylish when you first started noticing boys or girls (or both), well that gets stuck in your mind as forever sexy. Me, I still have a thing for feathered hair. I freely admit it.

But, actually, I think this outfit is far more reminiscent of 60s Mod than it is of early Grunge.

Mod fashion embraced Op Art. If you felt a little motion sick looking at a dress, it was just right.

It was the 60s, after all, when everything was weird and wild.

Pierre Cardin

Maybe it was because of all the drugs. Maybe it was because of all the excitement over the new space age. Whatever the reason, weird was good.

Like this brooch that is from the 60s, and my bauble ring which is more modern but suits the look, I think, because it's weird.

Basically, if your outfit would make someone's acid trip trippier, it was a far out, right on outfit, man. People generally know this about hippie fashion, but I think it can be said of Mod fashion too.

Now, as some of you know, I have recently had lessons in how to pose perfectly for a photo, and I tried. I really did. I stood elegantly with one foot in front of the other. I stuck out my chin. I tilted my head (way too far) to the side. 

I was terrible at it but I was trying. I was focused, I was determined, I was going to get this right...

... Oh look! A feather!

And a birdie!

And that was the end of Charlotte's efforts to pose perfectly. 

Pose schmoze! I was just me...

... being easily distracted, bird lovin' me. 

And reminding you all that trespassers will be electrocuted.

(I'm joining the fun over at Visible Mondays on Not Dead Yet.)