Years ago, somewhere in between dressing like an overgrown skater skid crossed with a Spice Girl (the mid to late ’90s were a very confusing time fashion-wise) and then adopting the style I have now, which is actually no style at all, I was running around town in what I liked to call Business Goth – basically business casual clothes in all your favourite shades of black, ebony and onyx. But always with a devastatingly nasty pair of shoes, because one does want a hint of colour (and a whole lot of shit-kicking height.) Pearls helped up the sparkle factor as well, especially this tragically fake, multi-tiered necklace I bought on clearance from Claire’s and wore until the clasp broke and its hundreds of tiny plastic spheres rained down onto my hardwood floors. These nails look a lot like that necklace.
I’m still finding those beads, by the way.
2 thoughts on “Black Pearl”
Heheh…as always, painting that mental image with words just like painting nails with polish!!
Aw, thank you – those are my very favourite kind of things to hear. 🙂