I’ll tell you one thing: when this is over, I am just going to go nuts with my personal style. Velvet everything. High collared looks year round. I might even become a Bejeweled Walking Stick Person. Small, villainous sunglasses. It’s over for you hoes.

Spurs. Bib necklaces. Fingerless gloves. The kind of look that makes people in publishing say things like “what is she even trying for? Like, a Tom Wolfe persona? Yikes”

“Once you get past the big pose, she’s a remarkably normal person.” The kind of look that makes people say things like THAT. ::sighs in the delight of this highly specific daydream::

Brb, pinning “unironic use of the descriptor ‘flaneuse’” to this mood board

This Louboutin high top sneaker as human personality

Epilogue: I just bought these sneakers on eBay. Which means YOU have to make sure I have a society to come back to/lord over with my new, disconcertingly libertine persona. No pressure. (Some pressure)