black tie with ketchup stains

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There’s a particular combination of traits that I’ve noticed in myself and in precious few other people, and it almost guarantees that we’ll get along really, really well. It’s a love of elegance and dressing to the nines married to an inexplicable slovenliness. Picture this: sitting around in a fancy dress while mainlining microwaved chicken nuggets. Or pairing a three-piece suit and spats with a matted ponytail, in the case of my partner. He’s one of the few people I’ve met who shares this particular trait, and it’s part of the charm of Us: we are almost always the fanciest people at any party, but we’re also the ones talking too loudly and stuffing mini quiches down our pants. Lord and Lady Garbage Pail.

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One of my best friends in the world, the other person I know who fits this aesthetic, has recently moved to my town. So now the three of us can sit around eating fish sticks in our sweat-stained finery, happy as (old, rotting) clams. We have dubbed ourselves Team Black Tie with Ketchup Stains. And this outfit shoot is absolute peak Black Tie with Ketchup Stains. I took an entire set of photos without noticing the mattress moldering on the ground in the corner of the shot. I cropped it out – I’m not that shameless – but I feel it says a lot about me nonetheless. Here’s proof:

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Fancy sloths for lyfe.

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Everything: vintage, thrifted

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