Drip Duets: Couple’s Style

In a twist that absolutely NO ONE saw coming, an avowed Repeller maaaaay have attracted someone with whom they have entered the couple-form. Luckily, this person already cares about fashion and dresses well (showing them HR on our first date was a risky move, but it paid off, I think?). But it has got meContinue reading “Drip Duets: Couple’s Style”

Quarter-life Crisis Trend Report

Last night, I ate weed gummies and proceeded to have a two hour long deepthink about the way my style both reflects and rejects many trends and what these interactions might mean. In this post, I’ll use a handful of trends from the past year/in forecasts for the rest of 2022 by various mainstream fashionContinue reading “Quarter-life Crisis Trend Report”

How to Dress Like Kim Kitsuragi

I wrote this post months ago, in the thick of my first wave of Disco Elysium hyperfixation (if you haven’t played it yet… imagine me saying the most compelling thing possible to you, personally, to get you to play it. You will not regret it). I originally intended to dissect the outfits of a fewContinue reading “How to Dress Like Kim Kitsuragi”

Repeller, Repulsed

Sometimes, negativity can be generative. Reacting to a garment with repulsion or skepticism can tell someone a lot about their aesthetic values and how they are situated in relation to the fashion zeitgeist, suggesting ways forward from wherever we are now. The following are a selection of recent/current trends that evoke a Nope response inContinue reading “Repeller, Repulsed”

Heartbreak Hell

You ever been heartbroken? Hah, me neither. Lol I’m a Pisces, I factor heartbreak into my biannual schedule. Anyway Short little dispatch from Heartbreak Hotel today. Here are some clothes to wear to conceal, reveal, and deeply *feel* your poor little aortas’ pain. Maybe you’ll even catch the eye of a potential new heartbreaker inContinue reading “Heartbreak Hell”

I Yam What I Wear

I have been in a Robert Altman phase recently, and last week finally watched Popeye (1980). I’m always thrilled to see Robin Williams and Shelley Duvall in virtually any capacity, but what immediately captivated me about the film were the costumes, which from minute one lent themselves to dream outfit-building. From the black rubber (?)Continue reading “I Yam What I Wear”