Hellllllo from Wasteland where we are stoked to introduce you to another one of our newest Guest Bloggers, Madeline Pendleton. Tune in every other Monday for a bi-weekly dose of Mondaze with Madeline, guaranteed to kick your week off with a shot of awesome!
I spent the better part of 2012 clomping around Los Angeles in secondhand chunky black boots, layering worn-in denim jackets over floral baby doll dresses, my ever-changing hair colors emerging from the bottom of a beaten-up black beanie. The ’90s called. They wanted their wardrobe back, and I was sending them straight to voicemail, complete with “Spiderwebs” by No Doubt set as my outgoing message. As the year of the grunge revival comes to a close, a query grows quietly within me. New years make for new starts: new resolutions, new identities, and new wardrobes. I will be a better version of myself! I will be Me v2.0! I will be the me of the future!
But what, exactly, does the me of the future look like?
The obvious answer is Barbarella.
What is the future if not shiny? I envision 2013 painting the world silver in mechanical brilliance. Metallics reflect off of each other, creating endless tunnels of mirrored “me”s, each one tinier and shinier than the last. I want to be so completely covered in metallic clothing that were I to jump on a trampoline at midnight, the neighbors would call to report a UFO sighting.
Yes, I have found the me of the future, and she is an unidentified flying babe with winged eyeliner and indomitable courage.
To get that Barbar-helluva look, I’m starting with: