leisure suits and neocons

The 1970s has long been my least favorite fashion decade. I can’t really blame it: I know the transition from ’60s psychedelia to ’80s Wall Street mallrat was an awkward one, but my god, the polyester! The shag! The pukey green. Some bloggers, like Julie of Orchid Grey and Caitlin of Wore Out, pull off…

sally bowles junior

I promised myself I was going to sell these pieces. I had them all measured and sorted to list on Etsy – really, I did. But then I took one look at myself and decided this outfit told too much of a story to sell right away. I had to preen just a little first….

deadly she-beast

First of all, I’m very proud to announce that “punk girl meth porn” and “grandma’s special old hats” were two of the search terms that led to My Kingdom for a Hat this week. Y’know, meth porn is a damn hard genre to break into. Finally some recognition! ~ This past Saturday, I represented Wings…

noontime ghost

This past weekend I visited my godparents’ retreat in Wolcott. This year marks my eighteenth summer camping there, and it’s long felt like home to me. It is ragged, pristine, spectacular isolation. It’s a place where you can’t help but hear yourself  think, and I, for all the noise I pack into my poor obsessive-compulsive…

on creepers, slut-shaming, and badass facial tattoos

So, I really love to argue. I think y’all know that by now. This is the first persuasive piece I’ve posted here that is only tangentially related to fashion, but I was pretty damn proud of it, and I think it’s an important message. It’s long, but take a look anyway. Backstory: this article really…

wings of sand

On Monday, I traipsed to North Beach for a sunset shoot with Morgan Sweeney of Socialite Photography. My friend Rachel had modeled for her and recommended we meet. Here’s the first batch of the photos we took. You’ll have to excuse the simple outfits and repeat dresses: when I model for others, I prefer to…

prairie luxe

I love the versatility of this dress. The loose silhouette and the hardy fabric ground it, while the lace detailing inches it closer to formality. I couldn’t decide whether to dress it up or down, so I went with a whopping “both”. I put together a more relaxed formality than usual, though, hoping for a…

hats for days (shameless self-promotion)

Saturday’s Savers run produced a delightful heap of Etsy fodder. I thought I’d take a break from your usually scheduled eccentricity and promote a few things I thought my viewers might like. Click to buy this hat here! It’s in fantastic condition for something as old as I estimate it is. Perfect for all your…

i am skye, the great and colorful

As y’all most likely know, I take great pleasure in heavy artifice. As much as I respect the natural world (I’m one hell of a mountain girl), sometimes I really need something patently unnatural. Blinding shades and sharp, stylized silhouettes. Sometimes I just have to embody kitsch. “Holy shit, it’s my mother,” my mom exclaimed…

psychobilly (qu’est-ce que c’est)

Sometimes you just have to go full screaming loligoth. Despite my frequently fluorescent appearance, I’ve long considered myself goth at heart. I feel most at home in the underbelly of the world, consorting with the macabre. Pondering death, and the attendant thrill in the pit of my stomach, makes me feel alive. Goth was the…

grandma chic: dapper flapper edition

Rachel‘s note accompanying my Etsy order. When I spotted this pink polka-dotted suit for a mere $20 in her shop, The Floral Prince, I pounced. The Floral Prince, by the way, is chock full of quirky clothes and all sorts of handmade items, and I highly advise y’all to browse. Grandma chic indeed. All I…

wicked west, sordid south

I’ve always been drawn to the “weird West” and “southern gothic” aesthetics and assorted paraphernalia. Spooky, ghost-dripping Americana tingles my spine and makes me yearn to crawl beneath the skin of the world, into the underbelly of fog and freaks. My mindscape resembles Deliverance, O Brother, Where Art Thou?, and a Flannery O’Connor novel. But…