Another fashion icon and revolutionary has passed. No one could capture the elegance and beauty of a dress like Oscar himself. The fashion a world will miss you dearly. RIP Oscar De La Renta.
I wish my friends would take random pictures of me when we hang out because I’m an arrogant prick and I want more pictures of myself that aren’t selfies.
Fei Fei Sun at Dries Van Noten S/S 2015.
Every time I move away, I leave something in the house. A bag of old clothes I wore on wasted nights I wish I could have back; a garden gnome I stole from the family who put out traps for the feral cats and taught their children how to say ‘lethal injection’ to strangers; homemade jam, which I regret the loss of, by the way – I just didn’t want to walk into the kitchen where my former friends were standing because I knew they’d never say goodbye.
Discarding psychical objects allows room for the whole of your soul. So many young people leave parts of theirs in all of their dwellings, whether it’s a lipstick print on the wall, the scent of a lover that lingers long after a new lease has been signed, the pages of a journal you flushed down the toilet after one too many vodkas when everyone else had gone to bed… we always leave something, those of us in our twenties who never have anywhere permanent, when we can’t write on the walls like we did at our parents’ house because an eight hundred dollar deposit always means more than creative expression.
We’re always leaving something behind.
I just make sure it’s something I own, rather than something I’ll miss.
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