The weirdness of it all.

I’ve been known to don bizarre things. In my supposed maturity I’ve grown more reserved with my wardrobe choices, but there was a time when I would wear just about anything. I won’t even use the word sartorial to describe my past style; it was just weird. Once in grade school, I pulled a stretchy headband down from my head, over my shoulders, and around my waist because the shirt I was wearing wasn’t “cinched enough.” There are a few thoughts that come to mind when accessing this memory. The first is one in which I attempt to visualize just how thin I actually was, and the second is, why a headband? Why not a belt, or some ribbon, or rope even—a piece of twine? Some floss? Why a headband?

Of course, even now I have my moments. As detailed in the outfit descriptions, that necklace is horsehair reserved for use in a violin bow. But I saw it and thought to myself, “That should go around my neck.” Because why not? Why the fuck not.

Zara coat, shoes, earrings, and headband; J. Crew pants and cami; Horsehair necklace.