Tribute Thursday: Fashion Pirate

It's been a while since I've done one of these, but that might be because it's been a while since I've crushed on a blog. To tell you the truth, blogs are less than inspiring to me these days. Gone are the mornings where I'd go down the list of my fave blogs, hoping for a new post to amuse or inspire me. Or at least: they used to be gone! Via Rookiemag (seriously, read it, SO good) I came across the awesome, intelligent, colorful Arabelle Sicardi over at Fashion Pirate. 

Arabelle has one of those blogs where both the writing and the style are SO good, without coming across as one of those "professional" blogs. You know, those blogs where you feel like the blogger is basically just a model, dressed in gifted clothes you could never afford, photographed and made up by professionals each day, surrounded by lighting people that tell them how to pose in order not to make their face look like a normal person's face but more like perfection. Those bloggers that all have the same IT items, the same clean lay out, the same bland, boring descriptions of their day. Snoozefest.

Arabelle is none of those things. Ok yes she has ombre hair and she loves wearing her hair in milkbraids, but EVERYTHING about her comes across as authentic, as organic, as if she got there herself. Her look tells a beautiful, interesting story about who she is, where she came from and where she wants to go. She's the kind of girl you wish you knew in real life, the kind of girl you girlcrush on. Hard. Arabelle, my 18 year old rolemodel <3

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And if those outfits didn't convince you, read these posts. Thought provoking and profound.

A quick Arabelle quote to finish you all off.

I am terrified of the typical. I am in a constant race with myself to become different from what I once was, I go through stages of myself, I metamorphose into different caricatures of myself constantly to make sure i am never quite the same as i was before. If i change at least it means i have done something. Sometimes this fear of sameness paralyzes me and I sit in my bathtub with the water too hot and the lights turned off and pretend I am lava and I am melting everything away because then I am nature and I am an unstoppable change and everything is better and I can breathe.