Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Ashley’s husband, Grayson and I’m an Instagram Husband. For those that don’t know me, that’s a scary realization considering the type of person I am. I was born in Austin, TX to two successful yet very hippie parents. I’ve played professional paintball for the past 11 years and have been playing the sport over half my life. I work at a local hedge fund as a trader and write automated algorithms to trade on my behalf. 5 years ago, could I imagine I would be helping my wife run a successful Instagram page and blog based on women’s fashion? Hell no. I didn’t (and still don’t) have a stylish bone in my body, let alone know how to work a fancy camera. My style growing up was changing into the clothes I’d wear to school the night before so I didn’t have to worry about it in the morning. As I sit here writing this, I’m at work in a RATM (Rage Against the Machine) shirt with chlorine stains on it and the same grey shorts I’ve worn the past 3 days. Somehow over the course of the past 5 years, I would learn how to shoot a fancy camera, learn all the names of fancy shoe designers and realize purses could cost as much as cars. Without further ado, here’s the one way my life has drastically changed since I married Ashley (who I will no refer to as @dtkaustin from here on out).
Based on my intro, it would’ve been safe for you to assume that I don’t plan anything in my life. I’m more of the feather in the wind, enjoy the moment type person. @dtkaustin is the exact opposite. In this modern day world of smart phones, tablets, and hipster Macbooks, she still uses a paper calendar and planner. Running a successful blog also requires a strict routine and lots of planning. A lot of her work is based off when most of her followers are on their phones so she needs to be posting. I thought posting a picture to Instagram was simple. I was wrong (you’ll find I’ll be wrong a lot in this post, much like being a guy and being wrong in a marriage) When I post a picture, it takes me anywhere from 5-50 seconds to think of caption, I post it, and then I’m done… Crazy stuff.
For @dtkaustin, it’s an hour long process…and that’s just posting the picture and interacting with her followers. Before that picture is even posted, hours of work and planning go into it and somehow she’s deemed my opinion as worthy. On average, about 2-3 times a day, I will receive about 5 pictures of her feed with 1-2 photos differing. It’s now up to my highly logical and highly uncreative mind to determine which one fits her feed the best. I respond with my horrible opinion of which ones are my favorite, usually they include ones with more boobs or legs, and if those aren’t options, I’m usually just picking at random to satisfy @dtkaustin’s request for assistance.
Now that the photo is chosen, my highly logical and highly uncreative brain is put to another test, picking a caption. If you thought picking the picture was hard, picking a caption for a guy with no fashion sense or knowledge is similar to climbing Mt. Everest with your swim trunks on. Although, I know my input is much less desired at this point, I’ve had the honor of writing or being part of the creative team behind some of her captions. Most of my captions usually revolve around boobs or legs as well (no surprise) but on occasion, I’ll quote Justin Timberlake if her back is showing (but I know we can only use that once a quarter.)
At this point you’re probably wondering why a very successful (and beautiful) wardrobe stylist would need this much help from a hippie who trades stocks and plays paintball. Well good, me too. It’s also safe to say it’s quite mind blowing that so much trust is put into my incapable hands but trust me it gets worse…much worse.
Incase I forgot to mention, @dtkaustin is a wardrobe stylist. Like, she styles other people for HUGE advertising campaigns and worked as a stylist for Neiman Marcus years before her commercial career. People literally pay her to dress other people up so they don’t look stupid. It’s something I’ve learned is actually a very, very important job (I’m looking at you Trivago man) and have the upmost respect since now I can pick out a crappy styling job that defeats the purpose of someone spending tons of money on everything else. She’s really good at her job and it’s been amazing to see the success she’s had with it.
With that being said, who do think styles her for her photo shoots? The logical answer would be her, I mean she’s a wardrobe stylist and has been for years….but you’re wrong. It’s me, that same hippie with a highly logical and highly uncreative mind is helping pick out and put together outfits for a successful FASHION blogger and wardrobe STYLIST. There’s a theme forming here and it doesn’t change much. Guess which outfits are my favorite…you guessed it, the ones with more boobs and legs.
At least those make sense in my male brain. Where she really pushes me to my limits though is with flat lays. The fact that I know what a flat lay is, is really depressing. It’s literally a picture with crap laid out in the specific pattern on the ground. Somehow, in the past 5 years, she’s assumed I’ve turned gay for style, accessed the creative side of my brain that’s been dormant for 30 years and started understanding good fundamental design for laying crap on the floor and taking pictures of it. With the severe lack of boobs or legs in crap lying on the floor, I’ve reached my boiling point of creative design and rarely offer any worthwhile advice. It’s probably the last bastion of her blog and gram that have not been affected by me in any shape or form. So please for the love of God, give her a like and comment on the flat lays.
I had grand plans of banging this out in one post but once I got started, I got a little carried away. Looks like we’re breaking this into several parts…up next I’ll cover purchasing things or going places for a picture and the ungodly amount of boxes I’ve broken down as a result of free shit.
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Photos by Andrew Chan