I’d never considered the term “teenage runaway” to be in the same realm of fashion until the last few years. It may not be a coined style term yet (and even though I’m doing that exact thing right now, I hope it doesn’t catch on), but it’s become how my personal style is being described, and I can’t say I’m mad at it! I mean, I am a teenage runaway at heart, and what’s better when it comes to style than not having to try?
There’s this weird “I don’t give a fuck” attitude that goes along with it, but with a hidden vulnerability that every teen at heart has.
So lets sum it up: Vintage tees, jackets that are 10 sizes too big, frayed to shit bottoms, sometimes lipstick, lacey little bras or sans a bra at all, ratty unwashed hair, and of course.. the chunky shoes. Since I’m the runaway of Solestruck, here’s my best “Kick you in the shins cause you tried to control me” selects (click to buy):