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! 

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.

xoxo

Creep

Recovery

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. 

xoxoxox

Creep

Instagram Beauty Part 2

Happy Thanksgiving!

 

I hope you all have a loving and fun filled holiday!

Be chic, be merry, and eat lots of turkey.

I am currently back in NYC to spend the holiday with my family. What are your plans for this wonderful holiday? What are you thankful for?

 

Well on a a more fashionable note I have changed my hair yet again. Since I am a college senior it is time to begin the job search and become more professional. Therefore, I have gone to back to black hair. I must say I am actually really happy to have black hair again I totally missed it! A little beauty secret is when you dye your hair jet black it hides split ends and automatically gives you hair a more healthy look.

 

How do I look??

 

 

If there is one thing I am thankful for is my fraternity; my family away from home. We have endured so many struggles and challenges lately but have grown closer everyday. I can honestly say I love them from the bottom for my heart and appreciate every second I spend with them. Thank you God for blessing me with my Alpha Kappa Psi Delta Chi family.

 

 

 



First Saturday

Bonjour!

It is my first weekend back at school, and I must admit I am totally homesick.

However, today was quite fun. The  town I attend school hosts an event called First Saturday and the surrounding schools perform, host tables, stores give discounts, etc. It was the perfect opportunity to take my mind off all the negative emotions I have been harboring and enjoy the weather with my friends. I also ran into a girl with AMAZING HAIR. I love people who take risks and have cool, colorful, fun style. The young lady I met had multi color hair and I totally fell in love with her. I pretty much ambushed her and begged her to let me take her picture. Usually, I don't meet many people here with such fun style and personalities, it was so refreshing to meet someone so nice and bold. Anywho, we ended our day with the local thrift shop. It is so cozy and loveable. They always have such unique items. I purchased a ring and a necklace that I will share later on. Also, they have really cool knick knacks and photos that I want to go back and purchase. That is the beauty of attending school in a small town are the little mom and pop shops that house such cute and unique items.

 

Creep On!!

My clothing and shoes are from the Gap.

 

 

 



I Love College

 

 

 

Hey I am back on campus!

It feels weird being back at school, I miss work and the hustle and bustle of NYC

This is a typical outfit I wear to class, something loose and comfy. I try not to wear sweatpants like the other students. College students here rarely put effort into their appearance. Sometimes it is refreshing to see the few students wih really cool bizzare style. I live for it!

I mean I am a firm believer if you do more than roll out of bed and arrive to class you will feel better, and be taken more seriously!

 

Dress: gifted

Sweater: Gap

Shoes: Minnetonka

Watch: Michael Kors