Paying homage to the most fabulous sisters ever

I have been infatuated with the Olsens since I was seven years old singing the 'great Hope diamond what's in your brother's dresser drawers' songs to their little detective series. After that I hopelessly copied all of their mannerisms from Passport to Paris and When in Rome. When Mary Kate pioneered the 'hobo chic' look I wasn't all too certain how I felt about this extremely striking girl dressing herself in layer upon layer of thrifted sweaters and topping it off with glasses bigger than her face. What I did admire though was the panache these girls always have seemed to have for being stylistically different than most of their mainstream counterparts.

The evolution of their style is really something for record books as both of them went from label mavens to full-on bohemian goddesses. I also admire their prerogative to be individuals in their style. Ashley definitely has more refined, elegant taste and Mary Kate is a bit more rock 'n roll, but this is what makes them so perfect. If you don't like what Mary Kate wears to the after party, then you'll probably like what Ashley wears and vice versa. Basically, if you think you're too good for the Olsens you should really check this out and then reconsider your decision.

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One of my style icons, Twiggy

Since I have spent hours upon hours in the past few months on college applications and unfortunately significantly less time on my blog, I thought I would share one of my essays that really explicates the purposes of my blog. Like regifting, I normally frown upon 'rewriting', but this time it is just too perfect. I hope you like it...

The film director Sofia Coppola said “you’re considered superficial and silly if you’re interested in fashion, but I think you can be substantial and still be interested in frivolity.” I completely agree with her. Regardless of whether it makes me superficial, I am obsessed with aesthetics, particularly fashion. After I returned home from spending a semester abroad in Panamá someone asked my father if I had changed and he responded by saying “Well, she still cares about fashion.” This comment surprised me; I knew I had indeed changed, but I also knew that my anticipation for picking out tomorrow’s outfit would never dissipate. My unique personal style is a crucial part of who I am, in fact I wouldn’t be Stephanie Roush without it. While most of my friends wear Lululemon sweats and American Apparel hoodies to school everyday, I wear a smorgasbord of ridiculous, pretty, and glamorous outfits because, well, I can. Sometimes I wish I could let my clothes do the talking for me, but I cannot suppress the need to express myself literarily as well. Last year, in an attempt to channel my enthusiasm and passion for style, I created a blog. When faced with hours of homework, long sports practices, and drama rehearsals, I use my blog as a creative outlet through which I can express myself as well as have fun writing about something I love. While many people in the fashion industry are deeply superficial, I am not. To me, style doesn’t mean donning designer jeans or wearing $500 shoes; fashion is most fun when an eclectic combination of thrift store finds and items found in my mother’s closet can become something fabulous. Wearing a pink silk tulip skirt and a leopard sweater with chunky suede heels accented with a zipper I must try twice as hard to prove that caring about what I wear doesn’t make me a less intelligent or substantial person, it just makes me a more interesting one.