AUTUMN IS BEAUTY AND HOPE AND FRIZZ FREE HAIR. AUTUMN IS KINDER PEOPLE AND COMFORT AND THANKSGIVING. AUTUMN IS WALKING OUTSIDE WITHOUT LOOKING LIKE YOU JUST WON A WET TSHIRT CONTEST. HEAL ME, HOARFROST!
|I call this look: WHERE THE FUNK'S MY PUNKIN' PIE, MOM?|
As is usually the case in this space, my crazy musings eventually boil down to a sartorial jus, if you will. So, without further ado:
All three of the aforementioned trailblazers are carried firmly within my memory as I direct my attention towards fall. What kind of season do I want to have? Well, one that focuses on empowerment; specifically, owning the power I've got up there (brain) and down there (beast). Both elements are mine to do with what I please, kids. And how do I plan to please myself? By taking a respite after the summer of my discontent. By wearing garments that are comfortable and make me feel like a powerful peach. By wholeheartedly embracing the most feminist footwear option in existence (...arguably) (......I am arguing for this).
What do I mean exactly? To clarify, though you are all aware of my fondness for lingerie outside the bedroom and also of my penchant for that good-good fetishistic shit, what I'm referring to this time is less clothing and more accessory. A lethal weapon, of sorts. One of, if not the only, win-win sartorial situation. A look that is self-assured but polished; able to err on the side of the eccentric (or be incorporated into whatever vibe you're after); and somewhat concerned with being attractive to worthy members of the male species (or fooling one into thinking you actually care what he thinks re: the way you dress when truthfully you don't. At all. Ever). In short, it is an option that reflects all three of today's muses aptly: thigh-high bitch boots. The gift that keeps on giving.
I subscribe to the view that the higher the shaft (THERE IS NO BETTER WORD, I SWEAR), the better; but a knee-high boot can also be pretty magic. For me: the chunkier the heel = the more comfortable = more Celine circa 1970 + less meatpacking district, but the flat, wedge and military-inspired versions for this season are badass, too.
Of course, whip/riding crop is not included, but obviously encouraged. As are capes (but more on that later). Whether you prefer to err on the side of Parisian chic, grunge, or dress full-throttle Edgar Allen Poe heroine is entirely up to you.
Just never forget to honour - deep in your hearts - the ultimate muse:
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