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right now chicago is 22°F and snow is drifting from gutter to gutter, so this isn’t the kind of outfit you can actually wear outside. as i type to you, i am wearing thick jeans, a bootleg balenciaga sweatshirt, and sorel boots. please allow me to indulge in the fantasy of a sheer blouse, a white pencil skirt, bare legs and ballet flats. thank goodness for shelter and heat — things that we think of as necessities, but would be considered luxuries by many who are living in much less comfortable conditions. some folks heat is shut off, some houses are way draftier than my own, and some homeless folks are living outside.
even if everything in this picture is from a thrift store, it is still a luxury item, because i had the time to hunt through the racks, select it, and buy it. none of it was given to me because i am unemployed or disadvantaged, and all of it is still of finer-quality materials and craftmanship. even if i can’t afford things new, i can still afford the internet, my laptop, and an annual subscription to Vogue, so i stay abreast of trends and labels. plus, i have the leisure and liberty to pick out what i wear, even if it’s impractical.
i suppose the further irony of this look is that it’s mostly based around workwear concepts. the blouse has a sort of conductor-stripe, and pseudo-functional pockets. the white skirt is denim. the flats have a perforated wingtip pattern, which has its origins in classic menswear, but is most often worn by aspirational types. the necklace is a ball chain strung with humble fowl anklets — the kind that chickens and domestic ducks wear — from my aunt’s farm.

beach bouclé bingo

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i’m sorry. my titles are the worst. i’m going to start cribbing from the bottom of essie bottles. that would be an upgrade, right?

this would be a great outfit to wear to work, and i did love it last year. however, we now have a policy in place where i’m not allowed to wear shorts. and i Did think it was the perfect mix of michigan avenue betch and 18th street beach. the bouclé is so… so… Tulum. it looks like frothy surf on white sand.

if #latergram means anything to you, i admit that this outfit was from a few weeks back. today it’s yom kippur (kol neidre) and i’m certainly not wearing this to synagogue. i also am aware that it is a sin to write on yom kippur (unless it is to save a life) but i hope that won’t weigh too heavily against me. especially since, you know, i’m dating a goy and stuff.


Zara bouclé jacket, rag & bone silk tank, H&M tattered shorts, Alexander Wang patent heels, vintage tassel necklace.

the book i’m reading is about Serge Gainsbourg, homme, mythe, légende. it’s juicy.

l’shanah tovah everybody!