Style Icon: My Mother.
This woman right here is my mother. She is the reason why I am who I am today. Growing up I looked up to my mother, I still look up to her. She always had impeccable style and an amazing personality that demanded the attention of every room. Her red lipstick, shaved head, leather jackets, cat eye glasses, and pitch black hair gave her a unique look of her own. I am a mash-up of everything my mother was/is. She was bold, fearless, determined, smart, funny, talented, and god the woman could DANCE. My mother had such a cool childhood and I always love to hear her stories. My mother’s name is Wanda but everyone calls her Frenchy. If you ever ask her why they call her Frenchy she will tell you it’s because she was a serial french kisser. My mother was (excuse my language) fucking BAD. She used to be a part of this dance crew called the “Force Ten crew”. They would all hang out with African Bambaataa and dance there lives away. My mother often speaks about her battles between other dancers and how good she was at winning lol. Her charisma and sex appeal was a threat to many women but my mother was never the victim as she always tells me how she was kind of bully lol. All in all my mother had “HEART”, she was a free spirit and still is till this day. She met my father when she was 16, she is still married to him till this day. My dad, along with my grand father were NOTORIOUS for being the fastest street racers in NYC. My dad always had a new hot rod and was always in for the thrill of racing. Hence my love for old cars, I can thank him for exposing me to that. He had an addiction to speed (not the drug) and I do too. They got married and were unstoppable. I have such awesome parents and without them I don’t know who I would be today.
Ahead of her time!
Cat eyed glasses, LOVE!
Omg how cute is this outfit!?
My mother would have eaten a T-Bird up for dinner!