spectacle

This is seriously my favorite outfit ever in all my four laborious years of blogging. I've had this Vertigo Paris jacket for ages, always promising to save it for that perfect occasion when it would be perfectly appreciated. I wore it to have my portrait taken for a New York Times style profile penned about me in 2011, so it's been immortalized in print, albeit not as perfectly styled as it is today. So what's the occasion this time? Absolutely none. I realize now that I wait for gratification that cannot come by virtue of it being anticipated. The only gratification is the surprise, which I will never know, and around which I have deliberately constructed my life to avoid. No expectations, but also no surprises. Listless plateaus, mood stabilizers, comfort.

It'd be an obvious fallacy to posit that I'm wearing this arresting outfit for myself and no one else, that I don't care about my jacket being 'perfectly appreciated' this time. Of course I care, it's on my blog. It's on my instagram. I want other people to look at it. But there's no way for me to measure whether or not it's being enjoyed by others. I can only measure whether or not people are looking at it. So I sojourn in the solace of temporary gaze. 

This look reminds me of the jarring maximalist style of 1980s cheeky hyperconsumerism. Pastel, pattern crazed, checked and adorned in gold. If I only had the means to dress like this every day...

"The grand style of the age is always located in what is oriented by the obvious and secret necessity of revolution."

Vertigo Paris jacket, Romwe pastel tie-dye top, Blackfive checkered harem pants, Zero UV cat eye glasses

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

no thanks

Stripes and fur have me looking like an extremely posh referee, which is exactly what I am, so I'm not actually saying anything new by making that comparison. I am a ref. A vigilante. A self-proclaimed authority with unproclaimed bias. I live to judge other people. Your outfit. Your moral framework. Your Facebook profile picture. Not good at anything but having an opinion and legitimizing it through physical enforcement. Might I have the most annoying personality 'in the books?' Indeed. But at least I look good.

Blackfive "No Thanks" tee, Romwe skort, 80s Purple shades, Rings & Tings necklace

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

plaid to the bone

I've long time needed a pair of faux leather shorts like these to expedite the process of picking out an outfit. It's not like I value efficiency when it comes to fashion... we all know I prefer the impractical and consider functionality a detriment to creative potential. But when it comes down to me standing in the center of my closet, depressed stressed and pressed for time, I don't want to be thinking about what political statement I can make with my options. I just want a soft pair of shorts to slip into (and out of, if I just so happen to get lucky that day). And I want my brain to shut up for five seconds so I can live my life without feeling guilty for looking good according to 'normal people standards.' Fortunately, these shorts don't make me feel like I'm compromising my soul for comfort. Maybe it's because the brand is called "Cult of Individuality." I'm an individual no matter how wonderfully practical my outfit is.

Blackfive bodysuit, Cult of Individuality "Tantra" faux leather shorts, Zero UV sunglasses

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

privilege

Wearing all white AND a snapback with the word "BOY" emblazoned on it soooo naturally I had to name this look Privilege. Gotta say... the contrast really accentuates my tan. A few people have asked me what products I use on my skin for that summertime bronzed look. I recently started using a bottled mist by a brand called Karora -- it's a one-time application spray that immediately tans without streaking. And it's a more efficient, longer lasting, and sophisticated product than the gradual build Jergens lotions I normally use. "Bronzed Bombshell" is the name of this skin conditioner and it came with an exfoliating velour mitt. I DESPERATELY NEEDED THAT MITT. Orange palms and fingertips is sooooo not my lifestyle anymore.  




Boy London hat, Msfairy top, Blackfive suspender dress, G by Guess sneaker wedges

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

hard in the paint

In an alternate universe where I'm an elementary school art teacher and actually have the patience to deal with children and their vulgar, senseless tastes (jk), this paint-splattered hacky-sack-inspired outfit is my uniform. Glasses included. A part of me has this "leadership complex" I feel compelled to fulfill... although I'm not sure how it will manifest in my career. I don't think I could ever maintain my sanity and work in an institution at the same time. Nonetheless I feel a duty to lead/educate/inspire... maybe not in the form of teaching kids primary colors, perhaps in critique or politics or something else completely that hasn't hit me in a stroke of genius yet. In the interim, my art school persona suffices the fantasy. 




Blackfive color palletes top, Blackmilk hackysack leggings, Missguided heels, Rings & Tings necklace, Zero UV shades

Everything is infinite,

Bebe