All posts filed under: Travel + Place

“85 mph on the Bonneville Salt Flats” outfit

“Do you know how fast you were going?” the state trooper inquired, inching down his aviators. He lay in wait in a mirage-like speed trap on the desert highway. I spotted him too late, then caught him creeping out onto the highway in the rearview. “Fuck.” This vintage white Caddy with the blood red interior must look like a drug dealer’s wet dream. I fluttered my Bambiest of doe eyes. “I actually don’t. This only goes up to 85.” I gestured to the speedometer, that did, in fact, cap off at the age of the grandmas usually behind the wheel of this particular old-school luxury vehicle. A wry grin flashed across his face, turned on as instantaneously as those red and blue lights. When he came back, he gave me a warning, and this cogent piece of advice, “If that needle gets to 85, slow down!” Jessica McClintock maroon(ed) long sleeveless dress – $3.99, ReStyle Thrift Store | ADAY Something Borrowed black traveling button up shirt – $125, thisisADAY.com | Crocs (but the fashion-y kind) black fleece-lined slip-ons – …

“Edward Hopper diner scene in Salt Lake City, Utah” outfit

On the menu… appetizer: Polish sausage w/ sauerkraut, split in two – J Dawgs (pictured) main: A dozen oysters on the half shell w/ fresh grated wasabi. Arugula salad. French onion soup. – White Horse dessert: J.S. Ondara show – The State Room Ralph Lauren gold & black striped long-sleeved shirt – $2.99, ReStyle | Liz Claiborne black skirt – $3.99, ReStyle | Frye knee-high black leather boots – $75, Bombshell & Blokes “head to boots” fall make-up event Cheep eats

“Ace of wands in Wendell, Idaho” outfit

I’m lost. Not, like, literally. I’m not still in Wendell, being gawked at by pumpers at the gas station across the street, as Kim and I pose in our driving clothes in front of the abandoned Ace (one storefront over from the brilliantly-named Grizzly Dairy Wear). What I need is a big phallic tarot card, telling me, in what I assume is a Barry White ASMR voice, “Hey girl, you’re magic. Poof. It’s all in you. Everything you need to do.” And then—like magic, like I’m wand-renewed with a psyche scrubbed clean of the plaque of regret, longing, fear, and inertia—I do everything I am designed to do. Like it’s in the cards. 12 pm by Mon Ami floral print long-sleeved shirt – $2.99, ReStyle Thrift Store | Hot Kiss jean jacket – $5.99, ReStyle Thrift Store | Dizzire black and white print pants – Idaho Youth Ranch, $4.75 | Crocs (but the fashion-y kind) black fleece-lined slip-ons – $20, Crocs.com Note: Every outfit for this trip was recently purchased during one glorious visit to …

“Desperado” outfit

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!

“Through the desert on a horse with no name” outfit

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” outfit

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 …

“Portal to Another Dimension” outfit

“I would go as far as I could and hit a wall, my own imagined limitations. And then I met a fellow who gave me his secret, and it was pretty simple. When you hit a wall, just kick it in.” —Patti Smith I read Just Kids on the plane back home. The book is a wardrobe-esque passageway into the Chelsea Hotel and New York City of the ’60s and ’70s. As seen through the looking glass/lens of Patti Smith—and the snapshots of Robert Mapplethorpe—from the perspective of when they were both nobodies. Just some hungry, curious, passion-struck bodies—risking poverty and vertigo to plumb the depths of art, their voices, their setting, their souls. At the end of Rauschenberg’s reflecting pool, in front of his giant Studio, stands an off-kilter stone sculpture. “Hey, hey,” I would whisper conspiratorially to anyone around, those just dipping their toes in, “This is a portal to another dimension.” They blinked back at me, lizard-like, unsaying, “OK, weirdo.” But I went through it. This is what I found: Fear is a thin membrane. And …