te-XXX-ture

Texture is very sexy. It adds a tactile element to your ensemble. I mean sure, you could spend all day looking at it, examining the texture with your own two eyes; but until you reach out and grab a hold of it, touch it, stroke it, caress it, you’ll never know what it really feeels like. Although, like a forbidden fruit, you can’t really go around playing grab-ass with people only to offer the lousy excuse of, “Oh officer...I wasn’t groping her! I just needed to experience the tactile essence of her sweater!” Yep- no matter how soft, decadent, smooth, fuzzy, or inviting a texture looks...you betta keep yo’ filthy paws off my shaggy loop yarn sweater. The art of le tease.

Feeling some Francoise Hardy, Swinging 60’s, vibes coming from today’s ensemble. I really can’t get enough of this decade...sounds like a rip-roaring good time to me. Britt and I were chillin at her apartment the other day, browsing vintage photographs from the 60’s, and we began commenting on how utterly relaxed everyone looked. They had an ease in their gait, a nonchalance in their style, and a carefree attitude. They always appear to be fully invested in the moment. Britt’s fiance (!!!) was eavesdropping from the other room and chimed in, “It’s because they don’t have cell phones.” God damnit I really miss my pre-internet brain. And everyone else’s...says the fashion blogger ;)

Thrift/Vintage everything. Necklace = F21.

Until next time,

Chelsea