I have strange taste. I always have. While my color blindness may account for some of my choices, a lot of my personal style comes from my influences. Here are some of the fashion icons that I look up to. Drum roll please. No drum set? Well come better prepared next time.
Of course there's the legendary Buddy Holly. I mean, come on. That look is still fresher than fresh 50 years later.
As a child of the 90s, the looks of Cher Horowitz in
Clueless will always hold a special place in my heart.
Who else could pull off a red vest, polka dot shirt, and suspenders? Jack Pumpkinhead's style will always be classically strange. Plus his amazing body would put any model to shame.
No one pulled off the "I don't give a fuck" quite like Kurt. I do give a fuck, but it's good to look like you don't sometimes.
Most of the time I'm able to keep my influences in balance. Sometimes my brain tells me to do naughty things and I end up looking like homeless dude on Sesame Street. Exhibit A: The pic below from an early CARLOTTA show in 2006. It looks like my fashion influences puked all over me. Actually it looks I was
under the influence when I got dressed. Maybe I was? Junior year of high school was kinda fuzzy. In any case, I stand by it. I might just have to rock that look at our next show.
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