paper doll

sorry i'm not better at formatting. this is kind of a pre-lookbook of what i'm packing chicago. it's not comprehensive; it doesn't include jewelry, accessories, tights or my coat. a swimming suit, just in case.

lots of gray, with blue, green, and purple accents. red embroidery, fuschia suede loafers.

usually packing is more fun. i feel uncertain about my selection because new orleans and chicago are so different. am i too femme now? will i not look tough enough? does this all scream bougie?

it's 2am and a cab needs to be here just under three hours from now. sleep isn't likely. travel is too exciting. i'm putting new music on my ipod and worrying about run-ins with ex-boyfriends.

 

 

i've been looking at too many style blogs. my point of view has been muddled by all the preening. what does it all mean? people cease to seem original or expressive. it's just cute or clever ... or expensive. i feel somehow betrayed, for who has more of a history for appreciating how folks put themselves together? i want poetry, though; i want crazy.

there are still those who use fashion as theater; those who walk the streets with last night's dreams tattering from their limbs. there are signifiers and references that make an ensemble resonant. sometimes bad is valid.

it's too bad, caring so much what other people think or how one looks. it's too bad, caring so much about appearances.