Wearing authentic vintage is such a ride. I find myself wondering, will I lose a button? Is this the last day this zipper is ever going to work? Perhaps the bottom of a heel now has an exposed screw so you don’t wear them on wood floors.
What a thrill!
I’m getting ready to take the train in to Manhattan to make a bank run and mail postcards before opening the restaurant.
Steaming my silk top in good pantyhose and Talbots pumps, sipping my tiny Kefir,
Life feels so chic right now! 🧖🏼♀️👠💌
i find myself thinking often lately of these two photos of April Ashley with Marie-Pierre Pruvot, trans women who worked the drag circuit in Paris in the late 1950s, taken almost 60 years apart. i hope my friends now will be this good
This 20something girl at work looked at me and say “Ew bitch, you eat beans?”
And I was jaw on the floor gagged, like why is that the most brutal thing she could have ever said to me!!
Is it a new thing to have a bar call something like “Bad Bunny Night” or “Chappel Roan Night” when the artist actually has nothing to do w it and won’t be there? I just don’t remember that being a thing beyond a genre like “Emo Night” or a “DJ Night”
Is it for super fans?