earrings - Berber handcraft, gift from Tunisia / perfect army jacket - Zara / cat print blouse - Zara / overdyed skinnies - Zara / shoes - Toms
I've talked a little bit about how gorgeous our apartment in Marrakech is - there are the multiple sunny balconies, the profusion of awesomely spiky plants, the tiny vintage bottles in every room, the perfectly curated collection of bespoke objets d'art, and, of course, the overwhelming profusion of gorgeous textiles - but some of its greatest features by far are the mirrors.
Every room of this (sizeable!) apartment contains at least one large mirror, and none of them are hanging from the wall. Instead, every single one of these mirrors sits on the floor and leans against the wall - creating the perfect angle to reflect me at a tall and lovely 5'8" at least. As a result, I've found that the longer we've been here, the less I worry about silly things like figure flattery and proportion, and the more comfortable I've gotten wearing things that I'd normally consider 'unflattering' - things like cuffed pants and blouses tucked in below my natural waist. I'm not sure how well these proportions work for me outside of the magic mirror, but I can't deny the mini-ego boost of catching your reflection on your way to the kitchen and thinking, damn, I look good.
So maybe instead of worrying so much about 'dressing for my body type,' I ought to tip all my mirrors back a little and enjoy the benefits of this particular small fiction.