I was on my way downtown to photograph this outfit when a rather comely bearded man in a pretty dress flagged me down to give me this flower. I think my transformation into a Wes Anderson heroine is just about complete. All I need now is a Pinterest account and an abstract bird tattoo to reach Moonrise Kingdom Overdrive. And I don’t even like Wes Anderson. Someone cover me in 20 ccs of spiders, stat.
But seriously, I love Burlington. I love Vermont. I love men, especially bearded men, in dresses. Hypermasculinity and -femininity in one really gets me going. I’m not saying Flower Guy was this gorgeous, but I’m not saying he wasn’t, either.
Sometimes people get on my back for not assuming that men in dresses want to be referred to as “she”. To which I always reply: isn’t it more sexist/cissexist to assume that wearing a dress nullifies masculinity? A man in a dress screams comfort in his manhood and the confidence to stride about in whatever he pleases. Which is basically the most attractive thing.
Dresses for literally everybody! Or if you’re not femme that’s okay too.
This has to be one of the most perfect dresses I’ve ever owned. I bought it on Etsy from Year of the Cat Vintage. As a busty and vaguely chubby person, I’m always wary of buying vintage sight-unseen, but sometimes you gotta take a leap of faith. The cut and color and fabric all satisfy mental itches I didn’t know needed scratching. But it’s one of those dresses where, upon wearing it for the first time, I felt faintly surprised I hadn’t worn it before. Like, why didn’t I already have a green dress in this exact shape and shade?
I didn’t even feel it needed a belt, and I wear belts with literally everything.