(risto blouse, ebay'd horace sweater, thrifted skirt, alexander wang shoes)
Yesterday I dressed up as a sort of goth grandma, or in other words, what I envision my personal Advanced Style to be like one day. At 26 1/2 I still have my youth but every year it slips further from my grasp and time, vicious time, taunts me from dreams and photographs and piles of regrets. It's true that one musn't dwell upon those long-extinguished flames of the past but with each passing year I seem more unable to stop myself from doing so. Maybe it's a natural part of shedding youth. I suppose that one part of getting older is simply coming to terms with the end of halcyon days, but truthfully, my youth wasn't idyllic at all. Perhaps when I am much older I'll find that my most blissful moments are those taking place right now.