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Check Mate.

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It was a bad hair day and my eyeballs were figuratively thirsty little desert planets that instantly sucked the moisture from my contacts, hence the glasses. I gotta say, as much as I love the vintage look on other people, I always have mixed emotions about adding it into my own style repertoire. This is mainly because it looks best when fully committed to and I’m just too much of a grunge kid to pull off the immaculate details. The big soft curls, the red lip and perfectly winged eye. If a spirit animal could be a giant floating smudgy smokey eye, it would be mine.

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Unkempt is always an element of my look and the ladies of the 50s were anything but. You should see this picture of my grandma walking my two-year-old mom down the street on a regular fucking Saturday just out for some ice cream (which was smeared all over my mom’s little face). It looks like a goddamn Vogue editorial. Women, MOTHERS for fuck’s sake, dressed like that all the time. No wonder so many housewives drank. I’d probably crack under the pressure, too.

Anyway. I did feel this look was a good balance of classic (the silhouette) and modern (the mixed prints). That top is scuba, which many of you know I fucking worship. Although I never appreciated it as much when I didn’t have to participate in a super sweaty BART ride twice daily. Wearing a top that is basically bathing suit material is about the only thing that keeps me from melting. It’s awesome.

P.S. Here’s me getting startled by a pigeon. (Pigeon not pictured).

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