This is my brain on casual. I never quite feel like myself this way, but in some ways dressing ostentatiously is like plotting a horror movie: you can’t keep building and building tension. Eventually it has to dip. Switching things up, getting a few laughs – that’ll make it all the sweeter when climactic screams start pealing.
Some outfits are a palate cleanser. Sometimes I need a break from the drama of rayons and feathered hats. Sometimes it takes a little less nonsense and a little more no. This outfit is younger and simpler than my norm, but it makes a nice change.
And, funnily enough, it’s the relatively basic ones that seems to turn the most heads. College girls stop me in the street: “oh, I love your look!” Maybe it’s more approachable? More relatable? Or maybe people just assume I’m wearing a costume when I’m dressed in the usual. The other day an older gentleman came up and asked, rather aggressively, “what are you??”
Hat: ’40s, Fancy Lucky Vintage
Skirt: ’40s or ’50s, Barge Canal Market
Everything else: thrifted