Somewhat of a relaunch.

So, I’m back.

Sorry about that.

Coming off the other side of the master’s degree, I realized that I missed fashion. I think we can all agree that talking about fashion is much more fun than digging through academic journals. And much more applicable to one’s life than, say, postmodern composition theory, or creation of authorship in apocryphal Shakespearean texts. Not that I don’t enjoy talking about those things (except…I kind of don’t, most of the time), I just realized that I missed looking at, thinking about, and discussing clothes.

But I also realized one thing: I am not a clotheshorse. No one wants to see my new style adventures, nor do I particularly want to photograph them. I am not out to try out whatever new whim suits my fancy (as much as I wish I could). If I were a designer, I’d dress much more like Uncle Karl than Betsy Johnson: I tend to wear the same thing repeatedly. I’d rather take my flights of fancy in the imagination.

I am not a clotheshorse.


So I want this blog to be a better reflection of my natural state: analysis. I love reading crusty old academic books about the history of costume, and it’s sociological or psychological or cultural or literary or philosophical implications. I want to know why certain editorials or outfits work, and why they work in this particular moment. I want to talk back to magazines, like I tend to do when I’m reading them. I’ll still pay attention to things like Guy Style, and perfume, and the latest collections (I didn’t see any of the fall/winter collections this year; I feel so lost), but I’m going to push myself to do what I do best. Which is write.

There are a couple academic fashion blogs that I know about (Threadbared, for one) that do a great job of tackling fashion from a number of different critical lenses. I’m not really interested in doing that (I’m too much of a scatterbrain), but I love the thought they bring to a subject that can easily become thoughtless. I miss what Winona brought with Daddy Likey, a blog focused on writing that provoked some thought about fashion and what it means to us (and also how funny it can be).

And there I go again, wandering off into that pesky academic ritual of citing one’s sources.

Essentially: I’m back. Trying to write more of what I want to read. Let’s do this.


Please Stand By


Hello, lovely readers– Just wanted to let you know that I’ve moved (to Portland!) and will start graduate school next week, so posting may be a bit wonky until I get a new routine worked out. In the meantime, I’ll keep a lookout for Nubby, Winona, and Camille as I explore a new city. Cheers!

Lest you think I’ve quit posting

I haven’t. Just not here. It’s complicated, but let me sum up.

I have a huge fear of forgetting things. It has followed me my whole life, resulting in boxes of old school papers still under my bed, stacks of old magazines and scraps of papers with nothing decipherable written on them my purse. On the internet, this phobia manifests itself in manymanymany tabs open in my browser at once, and a freakishly long scroll in my bookmarks. Lately, I’ve been trying to sum up this links in posts here, but that seems too clunky and needs more organization than I’m willing to give it.

So I turned to tumblr. It has become a semi-real time stream of links and quotes and photos I know I’ll want to remember someday, a sort of virtual inspiration board. I’m also trying to upload some of the more random photos I have saved on my hard drive that are just taking up space.

That’s all! Click, look, love.

Yes, another fashion blog.

This is my fourth fashion blog. Yes, my fourth. Of course, this time I’m determined to post regularly, and find the right balance between fashion and real life, inspiration and my actual wardrobe (and possibly outfit photos, gasp!), style and other assorted internet-related tidbits. It’s also an excuse for me to write, because write regularly I do not.

I cannot decide if fashion is srs bsns, or if it’s complete frippery, or if it’s actually just a game where those who’ve figured it out laugh at everyone who takes it so seriously. Maybe it’s a mix of all three.

I just added a photo of Uncle Karl to my inspiration board, with a speech bubble that says “DEMODE!!!”. Maybe he’ll help me figure it out.