Margo May is charming as hell.
Maybe charming isn’t even the right word. She’s a bit ineffable in the best sense of the word, which is exactly what your want your musicians to be. Over the course of our encounters, there were times I felt like Margo was a totally open book; she would tell me anything I asked, chirping along excitedly with me about all the happenings and whos of K.C. and beyond.
But then there were these serenely quiet moments; the ones she didn’t quite realize I was witnessing where she revealed herself to be a quiet, pensive individual. Where everything got a little more still in the intoxicating aura that follows this girl around.
And just as suddenly as these moments appeared, they would disappear within Margo’s insane trademark smile. This smile, followed by such an infectious laugh, were as common as my own breaths during our shoot.
But onto the fashion! I first fell in love with little Margo when I saw this years ago. And now that I’ve been listening to it on repeat this morning, I love her even more. Much like the song, Margo (and more specifically, her fashion) is just easy. There’s nothing too complicated or fussy and yet you can’t stop enjoying.
And enjoy I did as Margo paraded about her home on a slightly stormy day last week, swiftly changing from outfit to outfit, setting to setting, always exclaiming a new idea she had for the next set-up. “Why don’t I get into the tub with my boombox?! We won’t plug it in…?!” “I’m going to eat this orange while you shoot me!” See what I mean? Pure charm…
Old t-shirts, crazy florals, and pretty much anything that remotely screams 90′s are Margo’s forte. And yet she doesn’t look like she’s playing dress-up or intentionally trying to channel a 90′s sitcom. It’s just what she is. Like perhaps she was born a decade or two too late.
Lucky for us, she came when she did.