Way back in the early aughts when I still had braces and was made up entirely of knees and elbows, there was a time that I considered myself a punk. Let me be clear: I was most definitely NOT a punk. I was an angsty, shy thing stuck at an all girls school who furrowed her brows, blew out her eardrums with a combo of mid-nineties riot grrrl music and Elliott Smith (balance), and decided to wear all black whenever possible.
During this period, I listened to bands like The Distillers, Bikini Kill, and Sleater Kinney. You know. As angry teenage girls do. When Sleater Kinney guitarist and singer Carrie Brownstein popped up on IFC’s Portlandia alongside Fred Armisen, I was thrilled. Carrie Brownstein had been a hero of mine, and to watch her share her very deliberate, very adorable comedy has been a real treat. She also has become somewhat of a style icon in my book, and pulls off that ‘look’ I’m often going for.
Carrie Brownstein’s style is a perfect combo of feminine and edgy, with floral prints, clunky boots, and punk undertones. She’s also rocking the sort of short ‘do that I’d probably attempt if I were brave enough to chop off my hair. (Biiiig if.)
We’re even into the same bright lipsticks! Obviously Carrie and I are meant to be BBFs, and maybe she’d even let me raid her closet. We’ll just ignore the fact that she’s cute and petite and I’m a giant. Minor detail.
Also, she’s good friends with Aimee Mann and St. Vincent’s Annie Clark, so I’d totally have an in with that awesome friend group. Brunch, anyone?