Today’s outfit rocks for many reasons. 1) I’m rocking this vintage shirt which I got at Unique today with my friend Alex for only six bucks (it looks like something Jack White would wear, no?) 2) I’m rocking these kickass new Sam Edelman shoes. As soon as I put them on, I was like, “I must own these shoes”, and then I did a little dance around the store 3) The sunglasses with my new haircut make me look like Lady Gaga 4) All of these things combined make me look like Yelle, who is also super cool. Bonus) I’m wearing a romper. So, yeah.
“Don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are the storytellers. You with the Joyce, you with the Nabokov, you with the Woolf. You there in the library, on the platform of the metro, you in the corner of the café, you in the window of your room. You, who make my life so god damned difficult. The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not. But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will not accept the life that I told of at the beginning of this piece. You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being storied. So out with you, girl who reads. Take the next southbound train and take your Hemingway with you. I hate you. I really, really, really hate you.”—You Should Date An Illiterate Girl, Charles Warnke (via nocternity)
Notice this dude encroaching on my outfit photo space…
Today MaCash and I went downtown for various errands (I got a bow tie, you guys. Get excited.) My outfit today was inspired by Janelle Monae, Pee Wee Herman, and maybe a little bit of Buddy Holly and Steve Urkel.
You’ll see what I mean about the Urkel after the jump.
Yesterday I was looking in my roommates’ closets (as I am wont to do) and I found this little gem of a sweater/coat thing that belonged to my roomie Krystin. Immediately I paired it with my wide brimmed hat which I don’t think I’ve showed you guys yet, and my go-to shoes of late.
The night of the Oscars, my dorm threw a little Oscar party. I decided to go dressed in my usual old Hollywood get up, but I think it turned out nicely. I photographed people’s red carpet photos (Stony Island is the name of our dorm), but I had Christine snap a few of me and my outfit before the awards began.