When Did I Become a Fashion Robot? For years I was the girl with the out-there look: a pre-Leandra man repeller who proudly delighted in her own sartorial weirdness. And then, something happened: I became basic. No, I became boring. Illustration: Jenny Williams; Photo: Joslyn Blair There's an old picture of myself of which I'm very fond. In it, I am a towheaded seven year old, standing about 3'5" high, and wearing, I kid you not, my brother's plaid boxers, a leotard I sheared into a crop top that hits just below my ribcage, and sloppily laced, red, high top Converse Chucks. I am at school. I look awesome . My history with out-there personal styling is a long and colorful one. Aside from my affinity for wearing boxers as pants, there was the era of the Rhinestone Cowgirl As Envisioned by the von Trapp Family (see below), my DIY dELiA*s decade, and the scarf-as-bandeau college years (a time during which I als