(risto jacket, jil sander t-shirt, vintage silk skirt, margiela shoes)
One last hurrah before autumn sets in, and the sun is low in the sky, and I embrace the darker colors in my wardrobe. It was truly refreshing to spend the warmer months wearing a bright color palette of rose and ivory, but soon it will be time for the blacks and the blues.
I'm really attracted to this idea of taking optimistic prints and patterns and turning them upon themselves - making them melancholy by placing them into a melancholy context, through the use of things like a forced vacant stare and the weird flat light of the Midwest that seems to envelop us every autumn. I am not sad anymore, but I suppose I'm still fond of that aesthetic. Fall always feels solemn to me. It was in the fall of 2003 that I became obsessed with Saddle Creek bands, because their aesthetic had a way of capturing the Midwestern austerity that I find so comforting. Specifically Rilo Kiley, who although they hailed from LA, seemed to sense these gray Midwestern days. Listening to The Execution of All Things brings me back to my beloved best friend Annie and our struggles to deal with the weight of our lives. Days were tough back then but when we listened to Rilo I Kiley I felt less alone, more understood. Its shining moments of buoyancy tempered with unrelenting sorrow were the soundtrack to our hearts.
Hail to Whatever You Found in the Sunglight That Surrounds You by Rilo Kiley
I've never seen flat sunlight quite the way it happens here. One of the many reasons that the Midwest is inspiring.