(The Anti-Fashion Fashion Post)
Isn't October just so insanely, sinfully beautiful?
I can't believe just last fall I was busy writing fashion and beauty articles -- it seems like a million years ago.
Fashion has been rather far from my mind lately. I dubbed my latest approach to fall fashion "the homeless look", not so much as a reference to the economy but because one thing that happens when your life majorly takes place in and around hospitals, cars and pharmacies is that you:
a) wholeheartedly stop caring about your looks altogether,
b) by 1 PM are covered in an array of coffee stains, orange
juice and ink
and most importantly:
c) even if you cared, how on earth would you find the time,
energy and interest to invest in shopping for a new
In fact, the only thing I bought lately was a pair of fall shoes 'cause my old ones busted somewhere between the hospital and Starbucks and I gotta tell you they made me so damn happy, I couldn't stop talking about them for a week. Ask Robyn or Geoff if you don't believe me.
I am totally in love with them -- they're probably the only article of clothing in my wardrobe that hasn't doubled as a napkin or a blanket lately.
Ladies and gentlemen, the homeless look, as captured by Geoff, in its full glory. Double chin or not, I love the moodiness of these photos. The complete inattention to the fact that steam irons and hairbrushes do exist consummately reflects my current mindset of nonchalance towards glamour/sophistication/anything gourmet -- in other words, any such ambience where the populace may object to coffee stains.
TITLE CREDIT: DAVID BOWIE -- HOT TRAMP