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 need are some finger curls (which my gurl Hailey has promised to teach me to make), and maybe a scandalous flask hidden in my bloomers.
My mom took most of these. She was into photography long before I was, and I think she’s pretty damn good.
I just plain feel my best when I’m swaddled in other eras and personae. It’s not about insecurity or needing to hide in the past: it’s about the sheer number of styles the past two thousand years of human civilization have seen. Hewing to the style mores of just the past decade seems terribly confining and, honestly, just lazy. So many fashionistas seem to forget or just plain disregard where they came from. The semiotics of clothing fascinate me: I can broadcast a completely different mood, dissolve into a completely different era, with just a few tweaks. Why wouldn’t I take full advantage?
Really digging the contrast of grandma suit and visible sparkly bra.
Suit: The Floral Prince Boots & Tie: Goodwill Tights: Handed down from Marissa Hat: Gifted