pitchfork day 3, eating ice cream street style

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clearly, by pitchfork day 3, i was not caring so much. even though this is the only outfit element that i bought at Buffalo Exchange and thought, “festival season here i come” it is actually pretty chill. it’s vintage, sure, but it’s essentially a beaded tee shirt. summer shorts (Joe’s) and some clear, plastic sandals (Vogue, through Urban Outfitters) and boom. the sunglasses are Marc by Marc Jacobs and the bag is a repeat [Alexander Wang].

a bunch of roving photographers snapped pictures of the shoes or the purse, but i haven’t bothered to track down every blog. i thought that being shot for Chicago Magazine was pretty nice. i was also shot by Teen Vogue — and i did search that — but maybe i looked too old or un-trendy. not concerned. every day there were a bunch of folks that took my picture without permission; other asked my permission but had no credentials — it’s all good. we are at the fest to look and listen, otherwise we could stay home and make the most of our headphones. certainly though, everything sounds better while savoring an ice cream cone.

the last picture is courtesy of GlitterGuts, a local photobooth-and-party outfit run by my roommate and hometown hero, Eric Lab Rat. he had organized an afterparty at Beauty Bar that night, the umpteenth iteration of R. Kelly Bump n’ Grindcore. though we were footsore, G (yes, he’s wearing my tee shirt and black studded rings) and i made it by for a little extra dancing. the GlitterGuts R. Kelly party is always good vibes. the picture that Eric shot is my favorite of the whole weekend — it’s the one in which i look happiest and feel most beautiful.

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i am too hungry to even make lame attempts at humor. i am fasting for yom kippur (tonight is neilah) and i am sinning again by writing. you’d think this could wait til tomorrow, wouldn’t you. honestly, i am spending most of my mental energy contemplating my shortcomings and musing on how to be a better person, and make a positive impact on the world, but i just need a little break.

this isn’t even my #ootd. (i’m wearing all black everything, even though some people say that one should wear white for the end of YK.) this here is a little frock from Marc by Marc Jacobs. it’s too big for me, so it’s going back to Buffalo Exchange. it’s a very nice dress,  but i can’t fill it out. (for a minute — the minute in which i bought it — i thought that might not matter.) it’s very ladylike; went prim with the vintage pearls and pewter j. crew maryjanes. that is perhaps a little obvi, but too late! (one time i wore it with a j. crew cardi and i waved my hair. that was cooler, but no pic, so i guess it never happened.)

anyway, i wish everyone celebrated Yom Kippur, because i think it is the most important holiday, and that we, as a poeple, should take sinning and transgressions seriously, but we don’t because there is too much money to be made off of vice. we procrastinate on doing Good Deeds, but run to do evil. and there are so many ways in which we fail, knowingly and unknowingly. i suppose that our society is largely non-religious, because we would be so ashamed and daunted if we ever tried to ascribe to any kind of expectation. religion is so rigid.

but — i know, and this is waaaaay off-topic — i don’t even believe in heaven or hell. those shouldn’t be motivators or threats. there is nothing better than kindness and nothing more abhorrent than cruelty and selfish indifference. it is worthwhile to fast, and consciously go without, and to aspire to beneficence.

i’m thinking about doing to SNAP challenge next week. not sure it’s possible, given that i will be working EXPO CHGO, but it would be one way to start 5774 with mindful action.

gmar chatima tovah!