I had to check a bag, as is my custom, apparently, in coming back from Colorado. It was good, though - Ashley always has choice things for me, and she and Anne and I found ourselves at thrift stores, and yes, I found myself alone at a choice antique emporium, and while I didn't go nuts overall... I still had to check a bag.
Anne and I made it to the Yves Saint Laurent exhibit. No photography was allowed, but the images of certain garments are burned into my brain. It made me realize that I'm really done with just amassing clothes. Remembering the experience of making my feather jacket, I've decided to go into a kind of makeshift personal couture, shifting out of thrifting as a regular hobby. :) ...If makeshift couture is not a contradiction in terms....
I'm getting rid of a lot of clothes, in fact. A lot of everything. Am in the process of mass purging. I sniffle right now from the dust, but not sentiment. Nostalgia is something I prize - when it has a kind of intimacy to it, a connection. But collections? ...I'm trying to move away from them. Feeling much less curatorial. Interesting that a museum exhibit would push me further in that direction, eh?
I didn't buy everything I saw, as some things are fun (see above two pictures) but not necessarily worth the effort of buying them. By that I mean I like to look, I would maybe even like to buy if the item is truly inexpensive... but $28 for pajamas? Nah. $12 for a Carmen Marc Valvo dress that might or might not be from the 90's (my preference) and really doesn't quite fit me? Nuh-uh.
I did buy these.
Jessica saw them and said, "those are weird." She meant it the right way. You can't see it, below, but I'm wearing purple socks. And my black pants and H&M blazer and a 90's rayon shirt. A student told me I was wearing a nice suit. Loved it. Le smoking rubbing off, as usual. (Hey Anne. Le smoking. Pamplemousse. ;)
And you also can't see my heart necklace. So, here:
Shoes: $18. (And oh so comfortable, I just have to add.) Shirt: $3.
And I leave you with YSL's eloquence. My souvenir.