“You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.” This outfit—and the frenetic Boise weather today—reminds me of Bob Dylan’s Subterranean Homesick Blues. (Which, why yes, I do have that song memorized, just in case you are ever lucky enough to rue the day you went backpacking with me and I rap it in its entirety as we are lost and forlorn on the once-extant trail.)
“Johnny’s in the basement / mixin’ up the medicine / I’m on the pavement / Thinkin’ about the government / Man in the trench coat, / Badge out / Laid off /Says he’s got a bad cough wants to get it paid off / Look out kid / It’s something you did / God knows when / But you’re doin’ it again…”
Merona pink & teal abstract flower print top, $3.75, Idaho Youth Ranch thrift store; Dizzire black & white print pants-vintage circa 1980s (yes, that’s considered vintage now, bastard youth), $7.50, Serendipity Boutique (consignment & second hand); Steve Madden black leather wedge boots, $9.95, Idaho Youth Ranch thrift store; Suburban Heritage leather trench-vintage circa 1960s, $14.95, Idaho Youth Ranch thrift store.
“You better duck down the alleyway / Lookin’ for a new friend…”
As usual, the accessories hold the best stories: Agate stone three strand necklace, $8,000,000 Turkish lira (in 2004, this was like, $6), Istanbul street vendor; Striped belt, gift, LSD dealer.
“The man in the coon-skin cap / By the big pen / Wants 11 dollar bills / You only got 10.”
Vinyl of the Day: “Goodbye Yellow Brick Road” by Elton John
Also this week’s New Yorker cover creates such a scene it even caught Opal’s fly-by eye. This time of year, no one knows what to wear. Everything’s in flux. But it’s all fair game in the rain.