I’ve already got the “bottle redhead” thing down.
I like dressing too old for me. I’m tired of “vintage with a modern twist” – why the obsession with renovation? With youth? Make no mistake: I’m all for mixing. But some outfits are really better worn as they were intended. Committing to one solid look from head to toe is often a damn sight classier than more eclectic permutations. I don’t want “vintage-inspired”. I want straight-up vintage. Wearing something old enough to have been made in America, something preserved but still important, is a privilege. You’re wearing history.
Today I’m playing “well-dressed elderly Manhattanite”.
Minimal jewelry here. The blouse is gaudy enough. I wish my webcam picked up how stiff and shiny it is.
Why am I not a flapper? (Answer: because booze is legal now.)
I got $100 to Old Gold for Christmas, and I spent $48 of it on this coat. Money fabulously spent. It smells like dust and forgotten grandeur. It puts me into a role I’m very comfortable playing.
$1 sunglasses at Old Gold! Marked down from $12, believe it or not. I feel gorgeously lavish.
Coat, Blouse, & Headwrap: Old Gold Skirt: Battery Street Jeans Tights: Christmas Shoes: Stella Mae