We all hustlers in the love with the same thing.
I cut my hair, painted my toenails glittery silver, slept in until 11, had an iced coffee at 12:30, ate eggs and potatoes and avocado on a sidewalk, walked through the Berkeley hills, wished I weren’t wearing a sweater, changed my sheets from the geometric muted grey ones to the ones with bright yellow and grey flowers, bought soap that smells like honey, and my mind is racing with possibility: spring is here.
Fernet branca angel. #latergram #fernet #amaro
How much for that kid in the window?
I’m into clothes. That wasn’t always the case. One of my earliest memories was the first time I decided to pick out my own clothes and my mom seemed to be upset with me. I know now that was just a very clear turning point that I was getting older, but at the time I felt very guilty that I had upset her.
So, my interest in clothes laid dormant until I was about 20, when I discovered online shopping. Since then, I’ve kinda stumbled into my signature “look.” For most of my 20s this was cute t-shirts and jeans, with forays into dress-wearing once in a while.
On one of many trips to Vegas, I realized I felt a lot more comfortable in dresses, and have gravitated towards wearing 90% dresses and skirts. Jeans have only made an appearance once this year. Make no mistake that weekends are mostly spent in leggings or workout gear, though.
Clothing is important to me, and I pretty much wear what I want. The reality is there’s no amount of “flattering” clothes or spanx that will make anyone believe I am anything but what I am. And, staying in the safe realm of boot cut jeans and A-line skirts is boring.
What I’ve learned is that life is better with a good pair of tights and a fun dress.
Those are some high maintenance plants. (at Devil’s Teeth Baking Company)
New bar on Kearny to replace rickhouse. #latergram #sanfrancisco #whiskey #highballs
The palace. #sanfrancisco #palacehotel
My writing wall continues. But we gotta push through to the finish line.
I am sitting on the train after a long day watching a group of earnest looking kids, like the ones i went to college with, laughing, looking cute and fresh faced and like they don’t care about their appearance.
Like any person raised in New York, all I can think is ‘what the fuck are you so happy about?’