Nonia sweater, Ralph Lauren button down, Stella McCartney raincoat, Erdem skirt, Nine West boots, Eddie Bauer backpack
Cold rain in NYC makes me as petulant as a sick child. Throw in being sick...and well, you get the idea. So, to honor my general crankiness, I dressed the part of annoying 4th grade brat. I took it all the way back to 1991 and threw on a backpack and the tights, and the big sweater. This is new inspiration for me clothing-wise, but has been the catalyst in forming my now semi-adult (emphasis on semi) personality. The years '91-'95 were probably most crucial in the crystallization of my core beliefs and values, which haven't much changed since then. Really. This very fact, I confess, is why I will never really be a true "fashionista". I might succeed every now and then, but ultimately I will always "mess" it up with a crazy sock, or too many prints, or too baggy a something, or, like, un-brushed hair. You see, that was "cool" to me then, and is some kind of sartorial truth to me now. As my esteemed friend A Better Roni might say, "Eh, who cares?" Exactly. But every blog needs a uber self indulgent post once in a while, amiright?
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