The blush is still on this rose, bitches. vintage Liz Clairborne pale rose print silk shirt, $5, Gold Mine thrift store (Sun Valley) | Rampage woven brown leather belt, $2, Idaho Youth Ranch | Loila blush pink lace skirt, $16, Lux Fashion Lounge | Kate Spade nude wedges with gold studded bow – $70, ROSS Dress for Less in Portland (originally $300) Cheep!
The river is motion, turmoil, rage. As the river flows, it wonders what it would be like to be so still, to take a breath, to rest. But the rock will always wonder what lies around the bend in the stream.– Kekla Magoon I wore this Monday to host the debut of Story Story Late-Night (the black sheep of the storytelling family) finding it just hours before at Lux. It’s somehow slutty and demure at the same time—with a low lace front and naked back, bottomed by four boner-killing tiers of delicate gray ruffles. Positively shameless. It’s a delightful contradiction. As are we all. vintage 1980s Jessica McClintock lace & silk gray ruffle dress, $16.99, Lux Fashion Lounge | Nine West gray snakeskin heels $3.95 all leather upper; made In Brazil, ReStyle thrift store Cheep!
It’s pitch day at the ad agency. For a tire company. I wear the brand colors, and represent. Word up. vintage Liz Claiborne black & rose print silk jacket, $11.99 at 20% off, Lux Fashion Lounge | tagless black sheen tank, $1.99, ReStyle thrift store | Vivienne Westwood red skirt, $20, Lux Fashion Lounge | Steve Madden red leather kitten heels, $7, ReStyle thrift store Cheep!
Peggy Olson of Mad Men is my career idol. From awkward as hell to bad ass as fuck. OK—still and always—an unnerving mix of them both. The Limited silk vest – $4, The Gold Mine thrift store (Sun Valley) | Alcantara fake suede orange skirt – $19.99 Idaho Youth Ranch thrift store, vintage 1970s | Chia orange leather Victorian bomber jacket on chair – $7.99 Serendipity Boutique vintage 1980s | Kate Spade nude wedges with gold studded bow – $70, ROSS Dress for Less in Portland (for my BFFs wedding, originally $300) Cheep!
I realize I’m such a privileged white lady asshole, co-opting first a veteran’s rallying cry and then a Beyonce anthem about slavery and its consequences to talk about fashion, and like, my career and stuff. But ever since I decided to get a real job, right after I got my $8,000 self-employed tax bill, I’ve had that song stuck in my head… “Freedom! Freedom! I can’t move. Freedom, cut me loose. Singing freedom! Freedom! Where are you? Cause I need freedom too. I break chains all by myself. Won’t let my freedom rot in hell. I’ma keep running cause a winner don’t quit on themselves.” A real job. Talk about sweet, sweet lemonade after lemons upon lemons for years upon years. People talk about freedom. But freedom isn’t free. You have to fight for it every single fucking day. And that version of freedom became a tiny little island of hell, for me alone, because I was always afraid and overwhelmed. And always somehow failing in some baffling business-y way. And surviving by the skin of my teeth. I …
Desperado, why don’t you come to your senses? / You been out ridin’ fences for so long now. / Oh, you’re a hard one. / I know that you got your reasons. / These things that are pleasin’ you / can hurt you somehow. No Boundaries off-white mock-turtleneck tank, $3.75, Idaho Youth Ranch | vintage 1970s Trivera pastel striation skirt, 2 Euros, my BFF bought this at a thrift store in Berlin | vintage 1970s/1980s Needles and Yarn white pastel pull over, Free, clothing exchange party at Serendipity | Minnetonka studded boots, $30 (on sale), Red Village or something in the middle of nowhere, Utah Desperado, oh, you ain’t gettin’ no younger. / Your pain and your hunger, they’re drivin’ you home. / And freedom, oh freedom well, that’s just some people talkin’. / Your prison is walkin’ through this world all alone. Cheep!
It felt good to get out of the rain. / In the desert, you can remember your name. / ‘Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain. Vintage Havana black star sweater, Idaho Youth Ranch, $3.75 | Faded Glory black ribbed tank, Idaho Youth Ranch, $1.75 | Dizzerie black and white print pants, Idaho Youth Ranch, $4.75 | Minnetonka studded leather boots, someplace in the deserts of Utah (last season sale), $30 | Michael Howard purple wool hat with feather band, Antique World Mall, $15 (I bought the feather band separately at the Idaho Youth Ranch) Cheep!
Kodachrome / They give us those nice bright colors. / They give us the greens of summers. / Makes you think all the world’s a sunny day. / I got a Nikon camera. / I love to take a photograph. / So mama don’t take my Kodachrome away. For years, in the spring, my BFF Amanda and I have gone to the deserts of Utah to backpack. This year, deep on the road to Escalante, the weather did not abide. Rain, rain everywhere. Every road with a wash and every slot canyon (so nearly every route available) became a flash flood hazard. So we spontaneously found a little state park called Kodachrome. Like the Paul Simon song. It’s a wonderland. Where the natural wonders mostly resemble penises. We hiked most of the park yesterday, and ran every single trail remaining this morning. Breathtaking. Arches. Canyons. Views. Spires. Phallic symbols hard-pressed from 180 million years of geologic history. By in a flash. H&M red knit sweater, $4. Unlabeled flower print ’90s skirt, $3.75. BCBGirls leather strap-on kitten heels, $7. August silk black camisole (slightly …
“If only it were all so simple! If only there were evil people somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds, and it were necessary only to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart?” ― Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago This outfit was for Storyfort‘s launch party to introduce the Treefort exclusive theme and show by Story Story Night, EXPOSED: I Did What? Stories. Somehow, no matter how blindly, I always live out the theme, with every beat of my raw and real heart. True to form, and theme, this event made a live segment of channel 6 news tonight, exposing my mug during the one story I really just wanted to release to the sex, drugs, and rock-and-roll ether of Treefort, for just the launch of Storyfort. But there’s no such thing as my own private Idaho. Because there are more than 2 sides to every story. Stories are a prism, reflected back. Pamela McCoy rock-and-roll black leather …
With themes based on 90’s movies, it’s been a blast from the recent past at Story Story Night this season. Like tonight was CLUELESS: Airhead & As If Stories. I usually exploit my outfit as my first joke/theme intro, and I really wanted to call this one “Cher from Clueless Becomes Hillary Clinton’s Stylist,” because no one rocks a matching, totes profesh two piece (slash pantsuit) like those two ladies. Unfortunately, though I searched most of the thrift stores in Boise at the last minute looking for a yellow plaid pantsuit (because, like, duh, perfect Cher/Clinton synergy), I only had a red plaid combo that Hillary would likely never be caught dead in (because Republican red state fashion bias) that I had to make into a Cher-style mini-skirt with safety pins and duct tape. Also my only knee highs are super weird and look like a wild animal clawed them up on the sides. My red Gucci bag is a definite knock-off. And since I don’t quite have Cher’s thigh gap, I had to sit down very carefully …
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