I've written about fashion schizophrenia before...and my inability to put together an outfit that follows only one philosophy. Thankfully I'm getting more comfortable with the knowledge that my ensembles will never be "pure"...something will always be, ever-so-slightly, off. After all, I tell myself, life itself is full of contradictions...shouldn't my closet be the same?

Keira's leather and satin wrist bow is a perfect example of this ambiguity...it's tough...a pin-up girl kind of sexy tough...but it's also cute (in a thankfully non-cloyingly saccharine kind of way).