some of us run from it as if it were the reaper, truth so meticulously constructed just a gust would whip it away. some of us run into it headlong, constant whirlwind dislodging any roots we may take up. running from something else, perhaps. we think (as in all things) change is something best kept in balance: in check in accordance with tolerance and appetite. the kind sought out, the type that arrives a pleasantry, and those shocks those bolts the very least expected. that spin reality redefined. however it arrives, always be grateful for the new. impossibly tragic, a soul stuck on replay.
we didn’t actually request to go red, wasn’t actually going for the ginger snap. this will (apparently) fade gracefully into what we’d had in mind, so we’ve decided to roll with however this fire might unfold. change the only constant.
and so the anticipated return of our camera equipment came in perfect time with the return of our desire to snap the style at all (we can’t explain it, so we wont). so, after long last, here’s what we wore to our saturday brunch meeting.
sheer olive shirtdress: h&m
nude (faux) leather leggings: h&m
nude cutout booties: h&m
silver and copper cuff: h&m
(it’s almost embarrassing, really)
nude ribbon bodysuit: pho pa
silver mesh ring: what goes around comes around
grey leather bag: anna corinna
by the way we’re calling it worn from this point forward. what i wore is someone else’s. what we wore sounds weird. worn it is.