crackhead society dame

…is how I’ve come to define my style. Upscale but thoroughly queered. Fancy but freaky. This outfit is a little gothier than I’ve been into lately, but I like how it came together. This is what happens when I give my thoroughly steampunk boyfriend a say in my ensembles. I found these tights in a…

look ma, no hat

“You look like a fae,” my boyfriend told me this morning. I’m all about that. I feel terribly mischievous today. Spring is second only to autumn in terms of the bubbly excitement it gives me deep in my stomach. Or maybe it’s just the Fluoxetine. I don’t think I care. My hairs! I’m in love…

madame blavatsky

I took these photos this morning, but they’re already out of date. I got my hair cut very shortly afterward. It’s bouncy and wonderful and the last of the nasty bleached bits is FINALLY gone. Pictures soon! “You look like a gypsy,” said my friend who works at the shop across the street where I…

i’m a bad listener

So nobody liked this dress when I bought it. Jake, at least, was diplomatic when I came out of the dressing room: “Well, it’s your project, but I’m not feeling it.” The salesgirl was harsher: “If I see you wearing that downtown, I’m submitting your picture to People of Walmart.” The Old Gold salespeople know…

hypocrisy

I’ve mentioned this a few times now: I’m a bona fide trypophobe. Though trypophobia isn’t yet recognized by the DSM folks, it’s experientially very real, at least according to my¬†experiences. My heart positively races at the sight of tightly clustered holes. Raindrops beading up on car windows is by far the worst for me; I…

“that redhead with the polka dots”

A friend of a friend referred to me by that very epithet yesterday. “Hey, Cassie, who’s that redhead with the polka dots I always see you with?” It’s nice to know I’ve got a buzz going, though it’s funny to consider how utterly distinctive I wouldn’t have been just a few decades ago. What was…

the blogger hivemind and my inevitable submission

When I saw that Jessica of Midwest Muse was selling this fantastic skirt for a mere $5, I practically salivated. I’d admired it on her blog when it was initially posted, and I loved the idea of owning something initially rendered by a blogger I respect quite a bit. I jumped on it, and it…

dirty dancing

This is Marissa. She’s the sexiest Queer Prom date I could’ve asked for. She’s way better at sexy kiss-blowing than I am. I went with a ’50s-housewife aesthetic, but queered a little in honor of the occasion. You guys. Our pearls match. She’s all srs bsns. And I clearly just struck that pose at the…

please slander me

Remember how lyrical I waxed about how much I love artifice and construction? Well, I’m nothing if not a huge hypocrite. This is an earth-tone day through and through. Brights hurt my eyes a little today. I think I’m still burned out from the glory that was this weekend (Queer Prom. ‘Nuff said. Pictures soon!)….

slap me if i get too postmodern

I’m all about the hyperfeminine and the deliberately constructed. Lately I have little interest in outfits that appear haphazard or, shall we say, adventurously designed. I want strict and obvious artifice. “Appeal to nature” is a fallacy anyway. There seems to be this notion, not so much among fashionistas but among political and academic types,…

hypnotizing you when i twirl

I’ve never really understood the draw of “lifestyle blogging”. Maybe that’s a function of the way my mind works: left-brained, compartmentalized, and rigidly logical. This blog is, and always has been, about Clothing. Sure, I insert the odd anecdote where it seems relevant or serves the point I’m trying to drive home with an outfit,…

i need more cocktail parties in my life

Sometimes I stumble into an outfit that’s a little formal even for me. I get a clear view of what I’ll look like in thirty years as a woman of a certain age, and I wish I had a better backdrop for my particular aesthetic than Studentville, Burlington. I want to throw box socials and…