NYSEE: Meet Sophie.
Hi, I'm Sophie.
I am currently situated in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, New York where I am titillating to excitement (I have just adopted this phrase into my “How to sound profound” dictionary) every disgusting 6 am wake up call day because I am studying to be a professional “no I promise I will pay you back” struggling actor. Simultaneously or after I realize that failure is not the kind of lifestyle that thrills me, I want to pursue a career in design whereby I have an architecture degree awaiting my return in Brisbane, Australia. One thing that I have learnt whilst practicing my future creative professions is that I can actually go quite a long time without sleep and still resemble a vague hominid, and saying this, I am far too addicted to the kick and wouldn’t have it any other way. Creativity drives me.
Fashion really has a huge influence on me as I’ve always been ridiculously into it. I’m a big believer in wearing what makes me happy and keeps me inspired. Basically, wearing cool things makes me happy. Before you call me superficial, I want to make a point of saying that there is a difference to wearing brands because they are brands compared to wearing brands because they enhance your spirit. I for one, am not a big brand wearer. Yes, I enjoy expensive things but I equally enjoy $4 jackets that have never been washed and were probably worn by an old man as he watched The Notebook and blew his nose on the sleeve. Ultimately, I couldn’t give one shit about wearing $4 jackets everyday (As I do) because they make me happy but I am also a human, and I am not going to say no to a pair of Gorman boots! Style is personality.
I am a HUGE Vintage/Op shop fanatic. I believe that one good vintage shop can outdo 10 commercial retail stores for a number of reasons. Firstly and quite simply, why the hell would I buy a $100 jacket when I could buy one for $4 that is sexier than the rest. By now you are probably wondering, “What the hell is this $4 jacket meme you speak of?”. Well, I’m glad you asked. I have a $4 brown jacket that I literally don’t take off when weather permits that I found in a bloody furniture op shop in Paddington. I don’t know who made it or who wore it before me but I can honestly say I wear it more than the $130 Gorman jacket I own. Speaking of how I know nothing about it brings me to my next point, history. Maybe it’s just me because I am a freak but is it not super exciting that you have no idea who wore that pair of jeans before you or who’s shoes you are literally walking in? The history of the pair of Mexican boots I scored for $16.50 from Beacons Closet NYC stimulates me to the point that I am convinced that whoever wore them was chased through the streets of Mexico by a Russian Gangster and fell over, which resulted in a chip in the left heel of the boot. I’m going to be honest, you really do have to find the right vintage/op shop/area to be able to titillate to excitement without getting frustrated by looking at the same top that you are convinced belonged to your grandmas friend as you swift your way through Vinnies. There have been countless occasions where I have put on “my sickest op shop look that wasn’t actually from an op shop but its denim and brown so the indie shop owners won’t know” and set the day to strictly vintage finds, only to leave me with a $2 vinyl of some man playing the banjo. I then have returned home, clicked Instagram only to be frustrated by the first picture that captures an Insta-babe wearing insane exclusive vintage finds. But, I gotta be a dick and say, you win some and you lose some.
I feel bloody fortunate to be living in Williamsburg, Brooklyn as the indie art scene literally takes place in my street and just recently have I really started to explore the abundance of vintage beauty where I literally have to contain myself from buying sexy unique items. I cannot begin to tell you how much my location and the people in it inspire my style and me as a human. At the end of the day, wear what you want, they're just jealous.