FATED TO BE HATED: zip it

Moseying about a room all day, too handicapped by anxiety to explore the world, is creatively stifling for obvious reasons. There's a permeating sense of doom, a limited reservoir of entertainment options, and the decor gets boring to look at after approximately the 20th week in isolation. To cope with this malaise, I fantasize about alternate lives, alternate careers. This outfit reflects my most lusted ambition: the art curator. She's everything I'm not: social, talkative, executive, limitless. She's admired for her taste and sophistication. She can make magic happen in a stark white room, she knows the who's-who, she impresses the big wigs with big words and flutes of expensive champagne. I like to imagine that this is an outfit she'd wear to one of her curated openings.

This gorgeous pencil skirt is c/o Bardot, the brand that also designed my beloved snow leopard dress. And the shades, fitting for only a woman with a prestigious degree (or those who like to impersonate them), are c/o Zero UV, the wonderful line that has been supplying most of my sunnies these past several months! J'adore my collaborators.