louche lady

I’ve been sitting on this idea for a few weeks now. I had meant to take a backlog of photos before leaving for camp, but heat caught up with me: I melt so easily that posing in full-length dresses in 90-degree weather would’ve made a sullen, sweaty mess. All I can offer for now is…

a brief moment of silence

…for my jewelry box, which I left sitting square on my bed fifty miles from where I currently write to you. Until this coming Saturday, I will be without any baubles save for the ones on my person when I arrived. After I’d mourned appropriately, though, I decided to take the sartorial challenge presented to…

flappers don’t smile

…except when we do, because we gotta keep y’all guessing somehow. In yet another amateur-photographer cliche, I’ve tried my hand at the ubiquitous train-track pics. There’s a right way to do those, but I’m not entirely sure this batch of photos falls under that umbrella. They weren’t quite as evocative as I wanted, but I…

arson, murder, and unabashedly fluorescing

No part of me is, will be, or ever has been subtle. But I’m of the opinion that (almost) any publicity is good publicity. I hardly care whether the heads I turn are fixed in sneers or smiles: at least I’ve been noticed. At least I’ve done my part to keep Vermont blossoming with eccentrics….

waterhouse heroine

My love of fashion is rooted in a love of costume. Some fashionistas get their start collecting favorite designers and leafing through Glamour┬ábefore they’re remotely old enough to care about erogenous zones. As a child, I was mostly indifferent to high fashion, but I was designing bangin’ Halloween costumes when my classmates were still in…

ultra clutch

First of all, this photo summarizes my existence beautifully. Preening pose, colorful hair, moldering corpse in the background. It says a lot about me that when I make a point of doing early-’60s chic, the resulting look is identical to what I wear day in and day out. I’m fully aware that I have a…

keep matches away from me

I’ve got roughly a canister of spray in my hair, which is a helluva lot for hair only six inches long. It’s too much to do every day – holy bovine is it crunchy – but it was perfect for today’s 60s-style shoot with Owlhurst Loft Vintage. I’d really been looking forward to shooting with…

this is what casual looks like

I really, really don’t need any more black floral dresses. There was really no reason other than sheer materialism for me to snag this one at Goodwill a few days ago. Well, sheer materialism, a $4.99 price tag, and a sexy-as-all-get-out neckline. Black floral dress + belt + colorful hat = my approximation of a…

sixty years too soon

Despite the scads of bloggers I admire, my style almost certainly has more in common with the Advanced Style ladies’ than with anyone else’s. I wouldn’t go as far as to say I was “born in the wrong era”, because that statement always grates on me (please, tell me more about how you’d prefer typhoid…

halloween 365

A girl once sneered at me “Halloween is in October!” as we passed on the street. Not as far as I’m concerned. Not only do I start planning my costumes in July, I do my best to inject my favorite day of the year into the rest of my life. Everything I wear is at…

bucolic born and bred

I have lived in big bad Burlington for two years now, but I doubt I’ll ever really get used to streetlights’ glare and trucks growling by. I grew up on a dead-end dirt road in a town barely deserving to be called such, and I routinely find myself impressed by such mundanities as wireless internet…

hating your body in ten easy steps: an affectionate fuck-you

If you’ve been reading for a while, you know exactly how I feel, words thoroughly unminced, about What Not to Wear. To recap for those too lazy or busy to click the link: while the show is a decent beginners’ guide for women with no sense of style, Stacey and Clinton have an ugly tendency…