adult goth
- vintage altered elite models t-shirt: free from mom
- denim vest: thrifted from salvation army
- vintage esprit hiking boots: free from mom
- multiple black vintage slips: free from mom
- backpack (look, you can finally see it there on the ground!): target
- bike shorts (not shown): american apparel
- pins: planned parenthood, KEXP (I miss Seattle)
You may have noticed that my wardrobe is saturated with relics from my mom. Fun fact: she was a freelance fashion stylist for 18 years. In her 20’s, she lived in Manhattan and rubbed elbows with everyone from Andy Warhol to Mick Jagger. Elite models was one of her regular clients and she solidly hates Janice Dickinson on a personal level (like, not just from TV). I got a taste of it all as a little kid playing Chinese checkers in the studio while she flung necklaces and scarves around broads who stood miles taller than me. I didn’t fully appreciate how cool any of this was until college, and when my mom presented me with this vintage Elite Models t-shirt, I nearly wet myself.
I attribute my interest in fashion, style, shopping, and all things related to this woman. You can thank her for this blog.
The matriarch is a very talented stylist, but our body politics have been a source of tension in the past. She dresses to slenderize, to flatter, to ‘perfect.’ I was raised on this philosophy and I continue to grapple with it. Sure, I could have ironed this slip. I could have worn it with tights, or different shoes, or maybe self-tan-ified my legs… I see this, I know this - but that’s not the point. The point is to wear whatever the fuck I want to wear because ultimately that’s what makes me feel great. The point is to erase the idea that there is a ‘correct’ way to dress a body. When I look in the mirror, when I leave the apartment, when I go to sleep at night, it’s rewarding to know that I’m doing it for myself. I have a really, really good time doing it. AND, I have an inkling that my mom likes my style more than ever
(Source: broadist)
