Tonight, I was laying on my bed like a beached whale after my day at the “hospital” and talking on the phone to my sister. She was telling me about the three t-shirts she bought today and while she was talking, my mind drifted to the thought: “I’m glad I don’t need a tracheotomy.”
What a funny place to be, after a lifetime of shopping! I know it won’t last forever. When everything returns to normal, I’ll probably resume the mindless pursuit of clothes, boots and jewelry with as much vigor as the next addict.
But for now, everything is skewed. Photos of street style are particularly difficult to take seriously. The trendier the outfit, the more I feel that the person should just kill them-self. See the girl above? What’s the point of her, you know? She was told to wear a peak-shouldered jacket and painful high heels, and she complied. So what?!
On the other hand, fashion is not without its power to amuse when times are hard. Even though I have no urge to buy anything, I can still appreciate this jumpsuit for sale by Mom of Shoes:
It is described as: Great 70’s lounge jumpsuit in bold houndstooth print. This is a very high quality piece, feels like wool.
Is she having a laugh or is she curating ironically ugly thriftstore crap? What does the word “great” mean in this context? I don’t get it, but it delivered another little frisson of perverse pleasure, and I use the word “frisson” because it goes so well with the jumpsuit.
Thoughts, complaints, etc?
“Feels like wool”, hmmmm, that sounds like code for “acrylic” to me.
Fashion should be a laugh and that is one hilarious jumpsuit.
OMG….First and foremost I love your site.. second of all i completely agree.
The world of today has made me the biggest cynic I have ever come in contact with.. Its like vintage this… vintage that.. CMON people its not vintage its JUST EFFIN OLD..
Like these broads wearing neon hammer pants.. ummm tragically trendy… If that is what it takes to get notices.. paint me vanilla and put me next to 3 other walls.. YUCK!!!!
Love and respect
Isa
Abomination – ha! The woman is deluded.
As for street style – yes you might become a style/shopper person again but thank god for not having to have a tracheotomy heh!
Why didn’t someone tell the girl above to wash her hair, along with wearing the peak-shouldered jacket and painful high heels?
That jumpsuit is foul. Feels like wool but looks like ass.
“Feels like wool” translates into “this jumpsuit will slough off your skin like a Brillo pad”. It probably smells like BO too. That material was famous for capturing odors and never, ever letting them go.
I wore that shit the first time around because my mama made me. I wouldn’t buy that for even a Halloween costume. I paid lots of cash to a therapist to teach me to say no to painful memories.
The fraggle-haired, misguided young thing above is Dree Hemingway, great-granddaughter of Ernest.
She is an example of nepotism at its most egregious, because she can barely string a coherent sentence together, and yet is never mentioned in a sentence without her poor (I assume embarrassed, while he’s up there in heaven) great gramps.
I completely can empathize with this post, when you say that at times like these fashion is the LAST thing on your mind, and it’s a brief eye opener, as to how mindless fashion can be..
When going thru hard times (specially health related -me/loved ones- I remember browsing blogs thinking “Wow, I need those sequin leggings”… And then it all just seems so pointless.
Who cares about what celebs are wearing or what’s trendy. Specially when there’s other more important things going on.
Hang in there. And prayers your way.
That shit is dreadful.
My post tomorrow will have a photo in your honor.
I’m sorry – “feels like wool”?? That is high on drugs – I mean shoes – I mean seventies leopard buckle belts.
People often mistake ” vintage ” for “relevant”.
There are many old things that are VINTAGE, but are not fashion or relevant.
And probably werent in their day either.
See 1960’s bridesmaid dresses as an example…
I have that first shirt or something very similar. I’m not even kidding I bought it at Big 5. Mom of shoe peddler site has awful clothes for sale. It reminds me of shopping at thrift stores in LA 20 years ago when everything got all picked over because that’s when the vintage stores started striking up back door deals with the places.
Hell yes to Sister Wolf for always dropping the loudest and chicest of truth bombs (since elegance is refusal and all?).
Yeesh…that jumpsuit is like a bellydancing car salesman but more boring. There is nothing lower in fashion than flipping thrift store castoffs for the price of a college kid’s day’s paycheck when you’re a slumming millionaire, but without the practice Marc Jacobs would be working at Loehmann’s. Kellie has a ‘mayjah’ point. Sea and Mom seem to think that ugliness= eccentricism. Sure, it’s like Serge Gainsbourgh said “ugliness is in a way superior to beauty because it lasts.” But then again, he’s dead.
Is that whore trying to sell shit? I won’t go to her website.
This is what the “hospital” has done for me as well.