Sunday, March 18, 2012

A Pocket of Rocks.

Split Skirt: Vintage
Shirt: T.J. Maxx
Tights: Vintage
Boots: Tesco's
Photography by Samantha Manzella
Photo # 10 by Natalya Jean

When I was younger, I was that girl who would fill her pockets with a plethora of rocks, whenever she went anywhere. Before any of my clothes could be washed, every single pocket would have to be checked for rocks, pebbles, and even the occasional (mini) boulder. I would leave the house and return hours later with my clothes loaded down with stone after stone. Quartz, granite, slate, name it, they've all been in the pockets of my old clothes at one time or another. I'm still not sure why I was so obsessed with rocks. Magpie-like tendencies, I guess?

Even now, I'm still a little quirky about these things- meaning that if I find some strange or fascinating item, I'll pick it up and keep it. Most of the surfaces in my room display such curiosities, which may soon be added to by the queer disk (see above) I found while walking with Sam. The disk has been dubbed the Rusty Monocle. It's probably a good thing I've gotten my tetanus shot, right?