Thursday, October 6, 2016

Don't Touch My Hair....

Top: Express Pants: Philosophy Earrings: Black 29 Collection
Solange told us it is okay to not let them touch our hair, our soul, our crown. She told us some shit is for us. She let us know even in these times where black bodies are constantly policed and murdered we can still celebrate who we are and be free. Sunday I listened to A Seat At The Table over and over dancing in the mirror and loving up on myself. The album had me on a complete high making me feel as if nothing could hurt me; nothing could make me feel less confident or poppin. After watching Cranes in The Sky and falling in love with the Black Dystopia Minimalist styling of the visual I was inspired to create my own aesthetic rooted in black opulence. I wore this outfit to work and sashayed all through the office feeling like a black femme from the future. Often times we shame poor black people for keeping themselves fly and spending their money on designer clothes and luxury items. But don't we deserve? 
 Black culture is often stolen from us and our history is completely erased. Rarely do you hear about the significance of black brands and designers such as Phat Farm, FUBU, Cross Colors, Patrick Kelly, etc. On top of that when Urban Fashion was on the rise it was dismissed as a simple fad but now in the 2010s you have skinny white girls gallivanting around in "vintage rocawear" tees calling it some new shit. How disappointing is that? A Seat At The Table is an ode to all black people and our flyness. Whether you 
rocking a doobie or poppin afro, whether you shopping at rainbow or making it rain up in saks fifth. You are a beautiful human and despite the constant genocide of our people you can still take care of you and treat yourself. Cranes in The Sky and Don't Touch My Hair looked like a beautiful black utopia from the future devoid of racism and imperialism. Black people are from the future and I soak up all of the afro futurist realness. Why not imagine a society without colonizers and white supremacy? Sci fi always forgets black and brown people!

Most importantly, I would like to say that fashion and style is a huge part of our culture. I say this because we have often been deprived of the basic necessities we needed in life stemming all the way back to slavery. African American people have always had to make a dollar out of fifteen cents. Left out of mainstream fashion we had to make due with simple fabrics and hand me downs which we would turn into magical looks. Splurging on fabrics with a pop of color, ya mama spending her last dime on your Easter outfit, turning table cloths into prom dresses. Black people made this diy shit what it is. We are the brand loyalists and the taste makers and its time we reclaim that shit! 

Sunday, October 2, 2016

Finish What Ya Start.....

Whoa there! It's been about three years since I posted on this blog. I have grown immensely since my last blog post! Not only has my style evolved I have grown as a human being. I fell out of love with the fashion industry but my passion for snarky writing and experimental poetry has blossomed. Creep & Chic started as a passion project to help me deal with the grief and emotional turmoil in my life. Thus, I have decided to return to my very first digital baby. While I am still the same creep as I was before here are some new things you should know.

  1. I came out as a non-binary femme and my preferred name is Cat and I use they/them pronouns. When this blog was first created I was still in the closet as a cis-hetero woman. (if you have no idea what I am talking about please google) I plan on using this blog to talk about style from the working class non binary femme perspective. 
  2. I have completed university, overcome homelessness, and obtained my very first apartment. Small accomplishments matter. Never give up.
  3. Due to the blatant racism and elitism of the fashion industry I have distanced myself from it completely. I am still a brand loyalist to a degree but for the most part I have no desire to discuss that here.
  4. If you want to read my poems you can do so here.
Now that this is out of the way, I hope you enjoy the new content I create. I promise to stay true to myself and the original intentions of Creep & Chic. Fashion is often times exclusive and only centers around the rich and privileged. My goal is to cater to the femmes and girls who still live check to check and wanna stay fly on a budget. More importantly, I hope to create visibility for other non-binary femmes who switch between gender presentation. Not all non-binary and gender non conforming people are masculine or androgynous. There is not one way to be feminine or masculine, girl or boy, man or woman. DO WHAT FEELS GOOD.



Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Camera Shy

Dress: Century 21
Photography By: Mitchel Strother

As a blogger, I take my own photos, or I usually ask my mom or friends to take them. However, standing in front of the camera of a photographer makes me very very nervous. I took these photos a month ago with a wonderful photographer named Michel Strother. He is very professional, friendly, and fun. 

Although I was super shy and nervous he managed to take beautiful photos of me. I guess practice makes perfect and I must work on my poses and "smising" (Tyra Banks Reference)

Check out his facebook page in the link above if you are in the NY/NJ area!

Creep on!!

Friday, June 7, 2013

Top: Gap
Skirt: Gap
Makeup: Color Me Perfect by Ebonie Marie

I've been feeling very romantic lately...
I'm not in love, nor do I desire to be.
I just am addicted to French Romance films,
they make me smile.
I love love..and compassion.
I like having butterflies and blushing.
I enjoy seeing others in love, and platonic love.
I enjoy failed romantic pursuits, and having an affair with chocolate.
Love is everywhere, and I am currently drowning myself in it from within.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Journeys in Shopping

Dress: Ann Taylor
Shoes: Anne Klein

I bought this dress over spring break on a shopping trip with my Mami and Aunt. 
Now first and foremost I must say...I HATE SHOPPING! Mostly because I can never ever seem to find pants that fit over my ass! I know what your thinking...what ass? But do not be fooled I have some junk in the trunk that never seems to fit in pants. 

My journey first started in Zara, I was looking for an outfit to wear to a birthday party that night and I really wanted to wear high waisted pants. I grabbed a few trousers in Zara to try on in my usual size, a size 6. Lord have mercy! I could not even get the pants past my thighs. So I opted for a pair of wide leg trousers in a size 8; another epic fail. Reluctantly, I grabbed a size 10 in a pair of high waisted leggings and they were far too big! After that I stood in the mirror in my bra and panties and just stared at myself. I was defeated. I've seen many curvy girls wearing these looks and for the life of me I could not find a single pair of pants to fit me. 

Standing in the mirror I analyzed my ass and thighs wondering why they refused to fit into my dream trousers. Feverishly putting my clothes back on I threw the pants on the rack and headed to Topshop where I hoped to find the perfect jean. Boy was I wrong, nothing seemed to fit me right! They made my ass look flat instead of accentuating it, not to mention I spent nearly 10 minutes squeezing myself in them. Once again, my curves were fighting me refusing to fit into any pants. Here I was in one of the most popular stores among women and I was unsatisfied. I had a severe case of muffin top and my booty had disappeared! Looking in the mirror I hated my curves I was disgusted that I could not find a pair of trendy pants! WHY was it fair that everyone else could enjoy these looks but I couldn't?

Fast forward two days later, I was in Ann Taylor with my Mami and Aunt browsing the racks. Purposely avoiding all pants when I came across the fabulous dress I am wearing in the photo above. Immediately, I thought DVF on a budget. I grabbed it and headed to the dressing room. While changing I did my best to avoid my reflection after the horrible experience I had a few days earlier. However, when I saw myself in the dress I fell in love. It accentuated my whole body! The way it hugged my curves and slimmed my waist brought a smile to my face. Finally it clicked, not every trend works for every body type. It is okay if you can't wear certain things because style isn't based on trend its based on you inner creativity and how you feel. So this time around when I looked in the mirror in my bra and panties I smiled. Ok, maybe I dropeed it like its hot a few times, but that isn't the point. The point is I had to accept that this is my body. I am not a size 0 and I have curves and they aren't going anywhere. 

Every body type is different, and it isn't what you wear its how you wear it.

Creep On!

Wednesday, March 6, 2013


Top: Old Navy
Pants: Leopard Jumpsuit old
Shoes: Anne Klein from Macy's
Lipstick: MAC lip pencil in Nightmoth

Hair! Growing up women are taught that having luscious locks is what beauty. Everyone wants to have long hair blowing in the wind. Curly girls want to have long straight hair that does not shrink up at the sight of water. The moral of the story is that at young age it is implanted in our minds that our hair is our crown and glory. Now not every woman wants to have short hair and not every woman wants to have long hair. However, sometimes we encounter situations that will force us to leave our comfort zone into dangerous territory, which is what happened to me.

First and foremost I have had short hair a few times in my life. I am talking bald, no hair whatsoever. In a year and a half I managed to grow a large curly mane and I pretty much abused it. I colored it blue, purple, blonde etc. Unfortunately, recently I had decided to put a relaxer in my hair in order for it to be permanently straight. As a result my hair began to fall out immensely and I had to patches of missing hair on my head. I was absolutely devastated that a hairdresser had done such a horrible thing to my head. 

Although I could have saved my hair and kept my length I decided it was best to hack off all the damage. At first I wanted to cry, I had took almost two years to grow my hair and it made me feel sexy and beautiful. My hair had become my security blanket. Then I took a step back and reminded my self of all the bold style choices I made and how fearless I was and that just because my hair was falling out I shouldn't feel any less attractive. 

Thus, cutting my hair for the third time has once again made me feel liberated. As women sometimes we get so caught up on certain standards instead of taking a leap. There are days when I wake up and just think of all of my flaws instead of pointing out all of the great things about me, physically as well as mentally. If you want to change your look go for it, do not think that in order for a woman to be beautiful you must have long hair. Yes, it may be an emotional process and a few tears may be shed but you are still gorgeous. 



Tuesday, February 26, 2013


I am suffering from severe hair breakage.
This is probably my last post with hair.
RIP to my ponytail.

Skirt: Thrifted
Top: Gap