My new Preen dress, a hasty decision from The Outnet, which turned out to be good decision after all. Another addition to my long-sleeved bodycon dress collection (which, mind you, is small). The cutouts present just enough geometrical shapes to keep me interested, while the subtle not-floral lace provides textural sponteniety in all the right places. My necklace is my beloved mall goth rosary bauble from ~The Hot Topics~, I've had it since high school. Oh, the clasp is worn and the fake crystals have long since come unglued, by I still love it dearly. Every time I wear it, I remember more halcyon days of faux-rebelliousness against the seemingly institutionalized uniform of Abercrombie & Fitch at school. As a teen, I wasn't sure of myself in the slightest, but I had enough self-awareness to know that I was different. Wearing black became my way of insulating myself from the endless A&F clones who trolled the hallways while also allowing me to express some small part of who I was. I think that's why, in over 7 years since I've graduated, that I continue to wear black. It's protection and expression at the same time.
Ironically, wearing black is also social disassociation and social conformity as well...but perhaps that discussion is for a different time.
I thought this outfit, in keeping with the nostalgia theme, deserved my very 90s Miu Miu loafers. I bought them for $12 on ebay.
Note: I realize that my left hip looks like a Photoshop Disaster, but I assure you, it is not. It must just be an awkward camera angle and placement of my hand. I don't retouch my own body. It goes against all I try to stand for.