In spite of better judgement, I’m putting a slightly blase foot forward and hereby surrendering color – all of it – in the name of white. I want to argue that because of the scorching heat and potentially, too, because the humidity is stripping me of all the creative license I’ve thus far accumulated and galvanized in the name of neon feathers, excessive prints, corduroy overalls and three piece, multi-colored suits (I’m envisioning a red double breasted jacket, green interior vest and purple pants but maybe that’s just me), I can’t even fathom wearing anything but simple, no-more-than-two-piece white ensembles.
I know myself, though and to know me is to know that I am one fickle mother fucker. (Only I don’t actually fornicate with peoples’ mothers).
What seems a brilliant idea right here and now: season old, white Nina Ricci dresses aplenty, Stella McCartney pants that require seven inches of heel beneath them and one such cropped cotton button down blouse that I found lingering in a small, nondescript shop in Nolita will more-than-likely render completely BO-RING come the start of as early as next week. Which is why I want to suggest that you call this a layover post and take it for what it is: the LAX to your trip to Australia, or the Jaimaca Estates to your journey out east.
I’m in between identities right now and using light instead of darkness as a representative vessel of that.
Between us, though, I probably won’t forfeit the photographed pants outfit. That one seems pretty perfect under any/all circumstances that don’t require I walk too far but certainly beg that I stand an impressive 6 feet 2 inches tall in comparison to my more regular (or if we really want to beat the pun out of me: colorless), 5’7.
I’m wearing a Nina Ricci dress and white Superga sneakers in shot-by-Naomi-using-film photos 1 through 3, an A.L.C open back sweater and Stella McCartney pants in 4 through 7 (the shoes, which are barely audible, are by Olcay Gulsen), and in images 8 through 11, I’m wearing a brand-less white blouse, Chloe shorts (culottes, really, but they make my legs look so damn skinny) and shoes of the same designer.