pop art on the prairie


Oh hey, an outfit I actually wore as-is and not a costume I embellished for the sake of mugging for the camera! Been a while since I’ve done one of those. I got both these pieces at this weekend’s Downtown Threads 50%-off sale, now sadly defunct. You wouldn’t put these pieces together intuitively, but fuck intuition. Fuck what’s supposed to work. It’s not my kind of party unless you’re viscerally squicked.

I don’t have a lot to say today. I’m quiet and content. Let my colors speak for themselves, and let me enjoy the Archer premiere in peace.








Dress & Blouse: Downtown Threads Brooch: Battery Street Jeans Hat: Old Gold Shoes: Stella Mae (giveaway) Tights: Gifted


look who thinks she’s so sophisticated

First of all: I don’t think I can, in good conscience, keep saying I have short hair.

long hurr

It touches the back of my neck now, which is a hella strange feeling. It hasn’t, until now, been longer than my chin since last February.

I kind of like it, but I also liked the buoyancy of the shorter version. It was always out of my face, and it had so much bounce and personality that I hardly had to brush it. More than that, I liked the touch of ’20s androgyny it gave me. It seems I’ve transitioned out of that ’20s androgyny and into ’50s hyperfemininity. Nothing wrong with either – I just have to figure out which one I prefer. Anyone have suggestions?

That aside, I fulfilled one of my wishes this Christmas: BRIGHT RED PANTS.

red pants I

I went full-on rockabilly today. I’m tending that way more and more.

red pants II

red pants VIII

She’s so sophisticated that she forgot to remove the broom from this shot.

red pants III

Here’s how old this sweater is: the tag says “made in the British Crown Colony of Hong Kong”.

red pants IV

I like maintaining simplicity in the bulk of my outfit and getting fancy in the trimmings. Cool scarf, cool jewelry, cool boots. Solid colors in the middle.

red pants V

I have been wearing these boots EVERYWHERE.

red pants VI

red pants VII

Sweater & Rings: Battery Street Jeans Pants: Gift Coat, Scarf, & Boots: Handed down

and i wonder why everyone thinks i’m queer

I’ve been told I set off a lot of gay-dars and bi-dars and queer-dars. (For the record, I am none of the above, but I fully support LGBT equality. I mean, duh.) For a long time, I assumed this was because I have a disproportionate number (population-wise, that is) of queer and trans friends, and I was naturally viewed as part of that crowd. Then I noticed I was getting hit on by girls who didn’t know any of my friends at all. So I’ve been left wondering what exactly it is. And I think it’s this: I don’t dress like I’m looking for male attention. Not that I don’t dress like an absolute slut (in the sex-positive sense of the term, of course) sometimes. But even my more revealing outfits are fussy and accessorized and often just plain gaudy. If the general consensus holds that men prefer simpler clothing, then I must look like the dykiest dyke around.

And it’s true. I’m not looking for male attention (not that I mind if it happens to find me). I’m not really looking for anyone’s attention. Being noticed is a pleasant by-product of my thoroughly flamboyant style, but I dress as I do first and foremost to feel comfortable. I don’t feel right in sweatpants and a t-shirt. I need to feel like I’ve made a concerted effort, and if that happens to please others, it’s fine with me. (Also, if most men are intimidated/weirded out by my outfits, then I get my pick of the ones who aren’t, which is also fine with me.)

tl;dr girls make eyes at me a lot, and I often wonder why, and then sometimes I wear an outfit that makes me go THAT. That is why.

I bought these men’s jeans for $1 at Battery Street. I thought they’d flatten me down, but the high waist works surprisingly well with the curve of my hips.

Cuffed with Harley boots is literally the only way to wear these.

Another Battery Street purchase, $10 because of the ripped sleeve. (This is how lazy I am: I’ve owned this coat for a year without bothering to fix it.) I affectionately dub this garment my “don’t fuck with me” coat. That goes for assholes and for the winter chill: it’s just that warm


This looks great with my orange scarf and red hat. I plan to feature it in an upcoming outerwear post.

Blouse: Plato’s Closet Coat, Jeans, Belt, and Necklace: Battery Street Jeans Boots: Handed down from Mom

cosmopolitan concubine

I’ve snapped out of my normality phase, you’ll be pleased to note. This is an outfit I’ve been contemplating for a while, and I’m happy to have finally figured it out. I really like how it turned out.

Corset + harem pants can go nightmarishly wrong, but I think I did a decent job of it.

Loose pants are a pretty big variation for me. I tend toward leggings and fitted jeans. Looser pants can be disastrous, but higher-waisted varieties are generally more flattering, I think. They start at the slimmest part of the body and proceed to round the hips nicely and skim over the thighs.

Corset: 17th birthday Harem Pants: Handed down from Mom Belt: Battery Street Jeans Necklace: Charlotte Russe Shoes: Danform