Alejandro Ingemlo loafers

When digging up reasons to justify buying these shoes, I came across a woman’s comment bashing them because they weren’t at all sexy. Perish the thought that shoes must be sexy to be worthy. Perish the thought that anything has to be sexy to be worthy.

People are too caught up in the idea of what they should be or look like, especially as it relates to how they will be perceived by other (usually nameless and faceless) people. I liked it better when we liked things just to like them.

I like these.

On Layering

Now that it’s cold enough, I can finally do the thing that I always want to do – throw a whole bunch of shit on top of other shit.


everything you’ve seen before countless times

Given my location, I am woefully underprepared for cold snaps (see: cropped sweater), but I’m trying to do this new thing where I try to use the stuff I have in different ways so I can stop buying new stuff (such a novel idea, I know). Half shirts are totally workable over a t-shirt and under a leather jacket in this post-hailstorm (bish whet?) high-50 degree weather.



February Roundup


The upside is that I spent less than I normally have for the amount of shit that I got. Trying to find a silver lining here. Let’s get into it.


// a neo-vintage Looney Tunes shirt

why: it was a nostalgia thing. I asked the Instagram gods for this and it came to me and I was powerless to say no.

circumstance: went searching for it on a whim (ok, the last of several whim-led searches) and found it on Etsy for $12. Normally I see shirts this age go for much more, so I called it fate and got it. The 11-year-old me is squee-ing with delight.

// two Theyskens’ Theory tank tops (one seen here)

why: it seemed like a good idea. Shirts are always good. I like shirts. 

circumstance: my boo-thang Ellie Di was in town and she wanted to go shopping. Naturally I obliged. I took her to my once most favored neighborhood for thrifting, ended up in Crossroads and was shocked that they were priced so low.

// Alejandro Ingelmo ‘Kennedy’ platform loafers

why: the loafers I bought on sale at Zara fucking suck. I can never trust the shoes there. I wanted new flats and these were chock-full of personality. Saw an all black pair on Oroma and was pressed to find a pair for myself. 

circumstance: I searched eBay a bit and found them. Showed Dudeguy and Dudeguy approved – even with the neon yellow that scares me a bit. I got them for a Coke and a smile. Winning all around.

// Jeffrey Campbell ‘Debora’ cutout boots

why: *groan* Ok, I think they’re cute. But I also think this is a case of “they’re cute on her, so this will obviously be cute on me … but in actual life doesn’t really work that well on me because I’m not her.” This happens a lot. Not as much as it used to (DEAR GOD THE MONEY I’VE SPENT), but more often than I’d like.

circumstance: impulsive ass night shopping – what else?



Still nothing, but that last item is the first up on the chopping block.



Clearly my attempts to not night shop have been unsuccessful. Technology has made it all too easy for it to happen and I can’t completely shut myself off from my phone, especially if I’m working late.

I’m taking suggestions if anyone has any. Each one, reach one.





theyskens’ theory tank top, earnest sewn jeans, rossmore necklace

Right now, I’m listening to Gil Scott-Heron and thinking about how things change. What starts off as something noteworthy, thought-provoking and with unlimited potential to change things for good often becomes watered down (at best) or completely divorced from its original meaning or intent (at worst).

For those unfamiliar, Scott-Heron was, unbeknownst to him at the time…and arguably unwanting of the title, a pioneer of hip-hop. Combining spoken word, melody, and music, he was able to highlight many social and political issues that the most often ignored segments of society face(d). Most known for songs “The Bottle” and “The Revolution Will Not Be Televised,” his aim was to exposing the struggles of everyday people in an artful and articulate way. His personal demons aside, he was a galvanizing figure whose work I greatly respect.

Now, hip-hop in its most recent iteration is a far, far cry from what Scott-Heron began in the late 1960s. The man himself noted the shift in his song “Message to the Messengers” where he challenged the new guard to be respectful, take responsibility for their neighborhoods, and stop propagating the same bullshit that was fed to them by the news through their music. He challenged them to be smarter and to treat their chosen profession as a master craftsman would his art.

Now, while “Get Low” by the Yin Yang Twins was something to marvel while I was a wild college student, I can’t consider a lot of what I’ve heard in recent memory (with the exception of Kendrick Lamar’s Good Kid, MAAD City and most of Jay-Z’s catalogue) artful or thoughtful. Very little of it makes me angry or makes me want to try to make the world a better place as much as it makes me want to dance or bob my head. I mean, I love hip-hop, but I’m sometimes disappointed because I can imagine what it could have been (full disclosure: I can probably tell you what happened on the last episode of Lazy Town before I could name 10 rappers who weren’t around 10 years ago, so I’m not the most qualified person on this subject…).


This is where I would have gone into drawing a parallel with blogging, but enough people have done that already. Things change. They evolve. And ultimately, we can’t track the trajectory of something or someone’s potential. There will always be what could have been and what was. As for what is…well, we might as well make the best of right now, enjoy it, and keep it moving.

I found two Theyskens’ Theory tank tops at Crossroads for $16 a pop. They’re collectors items now, so I bought them.