Some outfits photos I took in my hotel room during Fashion Week. And truth be told, when I say hotel, I really mean a repurposed tenement building which probably once housed a family of ten, of which of I shared a bathroom, and which had no elevator and I was housed on the fourth floor. No frills for New York's cheap thrills.
(rodarte cardigan, graeme armour top, vintage skirt, necklace loaned to me by langoliers)
Wore this to Eleven Objects, which I shall post about soon. The goal here was spooky, sludgy texture and was accomplished via spiderweb cardigan and fringed top with fringed skirt. This outfit makes me feel like a rainstick.
(custom risto jacket, fever ray t-shirt, vintage skirt, necklace loaned to me by langoliers)
Worn to Rachel Antonoff. Actually, I ended up changing into my A Place to Bury Strangers t-shirt later because their music's harshness goes well with this Langoliers necklace. This Risto jacket was custom-made just for me, and is one of those earthly things that I can gaze upon during hallowed hours, and feel, at least for a brief second, like my despair will lift.
This skirt is one of my favorite vintage finds. It's actually mini-length, but the long cascading fringe turns it into an awkward midi and presents a variety of ways to destroy conventional ideas of proportion. Worn with American Apparel tights and Miu Miu shoes.
Radiator heat and residential view.