The clothes chosen for me as a child had a strong element of the Pre-Raphaelite, muted greens and ivories, dusty rose, what seems in retrospect an eccentric amount of black.
When I was 15, I was wearing sandals and corduroys, Guernsey, striped pullover, a beard that was hardly there, shades and a beret, and the goal was hanging out.
From the outside, some people might consider me a hipster!
I'm into the scruff. I like an unkempt man. I mean, not like beard to the chest, but I'm definitely a Johnny Depp kinda girl.
I think that we all have to have that rite of passage of dating the tortured artist who seems cooler than we think we are; we aspire to be like them, and we're excited that somebody is turning us on to new music or a new lifestyle.
I'm either dressing like a rocker chick, or I'm looking like I just stepped out of ancient Greece! It all depends on my mood. I love bohemian vibes, too.
Portland in particular is a cheap enough place to live that you can still develop your passion - painting, writing, music. People seem less status-conscious. Even wealthy people buy second-hand clothes and look a little bit homeless.
I really like the bohemian look, and I'm a great fan of mixing vintage and modern.
I'm curious about the mix of the effortless bohemian thing with the very modern.
My style is scruffy with a touch of androgyny.
I guess I will always be known as a designer who references Ibiza, even though I've only been to the island a couple of times in my early twenties.
I think people find it weird that I have a lot of long antique-lace dresses that I wear with boots.
