Blake always has on her rings - one from her mother, others from New York, and even more from who-knows-where. Each seems to be a small anecdote of her past, portable and constant. Her pants are her grandma's, somehow managing to flow around her despite the heaviness of the hot air.
Breezy fabrics, crazy patterns, a bit of vintage here and there, and a sense of liveliness that was nice to see in this deadening heat have. Blake's style interests me particularly in that it developed in small town Missouri, away from classic Hollywood and the glamorous runways that seem to have influenced her style.
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