Karly Loyce by Alasdair McLellan for i-D Magazine
Karly Loyce here perfectly illustrates my life’s essence at this particular moment in time.
Fall is here and Portland decided that the sun was no longer welcome. In “celebration,” I completed my first seasonal turnover of clothes. I have questions. Mainly one question: HOW do people, who live in places with seasons, continuously shop for things when they have to switch them out every 3-6 months? I have half a rack and two and a half drawers of wearable items and this turnover took me damn near the entire day.
I finally bought the Helmut Lang blazer that I’ve always wanted but could never find for a decent price. I found it for a decent price; a mad decent price, even. I’m still meditating on whether or not I’m a label whore (since I had a perfectly serviceable, albeit inferior, dupe), and I think I’m going to decide that I don’t really care either way. Narcissistic nihilism, man.
Yoga is amazing. I haven’t leveled up to naked yoga, but that’s because I don’t have my shit all the way together. Once I do? NAKED YOGA. Ok, probably not, but I need to aim for something.
I realized a while back that I’ve spent an inordinate amount of time trying to get as many pieces as possible and practical from Shopbop‘s Ultimate Closet from Pre-Spring of 2011. The key to affording designer clothing on a budget? Wait two to four years for everything – eBay will provide.
And while we’re here, I feel like I can safely say that capsule wardrobes are not the key to happiness. Nothing external is the key to happiness. But I’m sure we all knew that.