First of all, I hate pants.
Now that we've gotten that out of the way:
My style is what would happen if a ballerina skateboarder from the 80s moved to mid-90s L.A. to pursue a career in partying and hanging out on rooftops all casual-like. Oh, and somewhere along the way, she discovered punk rock and lens flares.
I am someone who would pair ethereal skirts and delicate tops (I adore silk and satin) with oversize flannels, threadbare zip hoodies, and canvas jackets, or slightly-too-big vintage graphic tees with satin shorts and heels. I aspire to one day be able to pull off combat boots, but I only recently got comfortable with gladiator sandals, so I've got a long way to go still.
Left to my own devices, I would probably wear nothing but old sweatshirts, flip-flops, and men's soccer shorts.
I like being comfortable.