Ortheydecidetotake a reallyhardstanceawayfromeachother's personalstyles.
Andthey'relike, mybrotherand I werelike, wehaveourseparatefriendgroups.
Wehaveourseparatestyles.
Wehaveallthisblah, blah, blah.
Butyouknow, wedidthetwinthingfor a longtime.
Mybrotherand I wereputintolittlematchingoutfits, likesailoroutfitsandthings.
Itwasincrediblyembarrassingforthetwoofus.
OK, hairandmakeupisdone, soitistimetogetdressed.
I wonderwheremyoutfitis.
Mustbethatone.
Let's grabit.
I'm notgoingtospoilanything, but I'm goingtogetready.
Soyouguysgottoleavefor a littlebit.
Oh, it's Vogue.
I'm wearingSimoneRocha.
Anditcomeswith a sash.
I'veneverworn a sashbefore.
Solet's tryitout.
A littlebitlike a cape.
Mystyle, personally, is a lotmorepareddown.
I thinkoftentimeswhen I workwith a stylist, they'retryingtoputmeinthingsthatare a littlemorecuttingedge, whichreallyworksforme, because I'm notasfamiliarwiththatworld.
So I oftentimesneedthehelpof a professionaltobelike, hey, thisisreallycool.
Thisisrunway.
Thisiscomingoutfromthisseasonrighthere.
Noone's wornthisyet.
Mypersonalstyleiskindofmydad's style.
Youknow, he's automotiverepair, soit's boots, bluejeans, andusually a sweatytanktop.
I liketobefunctional, so I don't reallycomplicateittoomuch.