Another day, another dress. Through this blog I've begun to realize just how many dresses I currently possess...in fact I don't believe I've repeated one yet, and that's not even beginning to touch on my fall and winter dress collection. I can perhaps understand why my friends and family scoff and roll their eyes at me when I whine about having nothing to wear. That being said, they kind of just don't get it, whereas I'm certain many of you do - when you spend an excessive amount of time poring over magazines, websites and photographs concerning 'style', enough is never enough. It's not so much about trends or popularity as it is the development of a complete, tirelessly unique personal aesthetic, the kind seemingly only achieved by the likes of Marianne Faithfull and Carine Roitfeld, and even they repeat an outfit occasionally I gather.
In the past year I have discovered that my love for dresses is rivaled only by my love of well worn-in cardigans - put the two together and, in my opinion, you have a wicked kind of fashion magic going on. For quite a while I wondered what all of the Alexa Chung hullabaloo was about ('hullabaloo' was the first word that came to mind, but really, who ever uses that word?!), but as soon as I happened upon a photo of her wearing a cardigan over a black silk evening dress at the NME Awards, I knew that she was a sort of kindred fashion spirit and hence developed a certain degree of respect for the girl.
In other news, G and I saw 'The Wackness' last night with some friends and it was surprisingly brilliant. I had a feeling I would enjoy it, as I'm virtually guaranteed to like almost anything set in the 90's (for the record: the 60's, the 90's and fictionalizations of a dystopic future are good, pretty much everything else...not so much), but my only complaint would be that is was rooted in the hip-hop culture of New York City in 1994, and I'm personally more interested in the emergence of Britpop in 1994 (um, Definitely Maybe anyone?). But really, whatever, Olivia Thirlby nonetheless wore some really dope and jealously-inducing liberty print florals in it, and MK Olsen's ten minutes onscreen as a tiny, flighty hippie was worth the admission price even if the rest of the film had sucked, which it enjoyably did the opposite of.
WearingDress: Aritzia
Cardigan: vintage
Shoes: Hermes, vintage
Belt: The Bay, children's section
