Audrey Vardanega

Damn, I look good.

Crop top hugging my waist. Suede skirt dangling from my hips. Black leather boots with a three-inch heel; the perfect height.

Topped off with a dab of black eye shadow for that smokey eye.

Audrey Vardanega is ready.

Leather jackets, short dresses, leggings, high heels, rompers, large handbags, dangly earrings, knee-high boots, skintight skirts, crop tops, makeup—I’ll wear it all. I love dressing up.  I feel focused, confident, and sexy when I’m dressed up—no one and nothing could possibly get in my way. After all, walking on the street in a pair of chic high-heeled boots simply isn’t the same as walking on the street in a pair of slippers.

My love of dressing up is, in part, a result of being the only child of a woman who was a film actress and model. I grew up surrounded by cosmetics and couture. Some of my earliest memories are of watching my mother meticulously do her makeup with her treasure chest of cosmetics and thoughtfully select her outfits. I was shown from a young age that what I wore on my body was important and worth thinking about. Appearances mattered to my mom—as I grew older, they also mattered to me.