FREEstyle

Hey fashion junkies….Did you miss me? Don’t bother to answer that. I missed blogging.

I’m back with “FREEstyle” flavor in your ear!

Self- expression through your ensembles hits a familiar territory I call this look: classic dude meets preppy infusion I coin the term FREEstyle….

While doing what I do, “walking tall in stilettos (despite the crumbling sidewalks and numerous cobbler visits) amongst the gentrification of our Chocolate City, I stumbled upon some BAD ASS’ES of original style mixed with nostalgia. I, the chameleon coin it as FREEstyle…

Take a look-y. Here is a muse of ornate FREEstyle at its’ best.

Meet Mr. Raul (PICTURED ABOVE)

I meet Mr. R., on the subway while traveling to my slave-ship also known as bartending. He caught my eye for a myriad of reasons; one being his ownership of style and grace. All the while swallowing a McDonald’s burger on his unsavory heated Metrorail ride, avoiding any trace of special sauce, he delivered a Mac Attack with poise.

I call that BAD ASS. So he has my vote to be recognized.

VFJ,