the name on everybody’s lips

How better to celebrate paschal rebirth than by honoring the 20th century’s first fashion revolution? I’ve been meaning to make a ’20s dress for approximately ever. With Easter Sunday’s forecast in the 80s and humid, I definitely needed something breezier than last year. I started this dress on Holy Saturday (…I know) and finished it…

the greatest generation

You ever stop for a minute and feel sorry for all the vintage collectors yet to come? It occurred to me the other day how lucky I am to have a solid collection, because now? In 2017? Dior’s New Look is seventy years old, for Pete’s sake. World War II is almost eighty. We persist…

unim(peach)able

I bought this dress (only $20!) last fall in a fit of post-season pique, and I confess I was disappointed upon its arrival. Its listing photos looked much more orange than the dress itself turned out to. As a rule, I’m not too fond of peaches and pinks. My skin tone has a yellow base;…

and we’re back!

I moved, first of all!  Only two blocks away, but tell that to my groaning shoulders.  Not to mention my executive function – you try coming up with #engaging #content when your brain wants a bad movie and your gullet wants a beer. Then, once I was finally craving vintage again, it rained for a…

in like a chimera

I had planned to post these last week when it hit 65 degrees, but the temperature plummeted the next day and ruined my whole “in like a lamb” theme. So here I am – better late than never, but still pretty damn late. Not to mention that I already took these photos almost three weeks…

happy belated

I’ve written about becoming a more private person (I could link to it, but that might defeat the purpose), and that informs my celebration of holidays like Valentine’s Day. I no longer want to perform my relationships for the world. Which isn’t to say I’d shame those who do – it’s just no longer my…

damsels, dames, & dior

It snowed a foot and the winds are punishing, but this is what I opted to do with my snow day. You don’t get between a woman and a long-dead midcentury designer, that’s for damn sure. Dior’s “New Look” collection launched seventy years ago yesterday, and a late homage is better than none. I’m not…

cig figs

I never thought I’d own a pair of cigarette pants, but fifty years ago no one thought we’d put a man on the moon. Shit happens. I picked up these pants at The Getup Vintage on my most recent trip to Montpelier. We went in search of a Kabuto nest, but ended up with a…

a quick remix

“Local Vermonter sick of winter” is hardly a press-stopping sentiment, yet here we are. At least February’s short length means that something upstairs loves us. Or so I keep telling myself. You’ve almost definitely seen this outfit, or parts of it, on Instagram (@quando_porpoise). It’s one of my go-to work outfits lately.  I’m trying to…

pieces de resistance

I’ve thought a lot about fashion as resistance lately. It’s part, I think, of why I’m suddenly drawn to the ’30s and ’40s: art that comes out of tragedy is more interesting. Anyone can doll up in petticoats when the living is easy. To keep making things beautiful while the world falls apart – that…

pajaminated

Let me tell you a secret that I’m sure every other person on the planet has already discovered: wearing pants is like getting away with wearing pajamas in public. For someone whose life is largely centered on the goal of figuring out how to wear pajamas in public, this is a godsend. I’ve always emphasized…

hepburn-hued

As I lean toward older styles, I’ve also come to crave something a little less feminine. Well – not less feminine exactly. I’ll never abandon shapewear and curl sets. The word I’m looking for, I think, is straightforward. ’50s looks are so visually stratified. Everything matching, not a hair out of place. More self-fabric than…