All posts tagged: cheap fashion

“Peggy Olson (season 7)” outfit

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!

“Freedom isn’t free” outfit

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” 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 …

“EXPOSED: I Did What?” outfit

“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 …

“Um…like…totally CLUELESS” outfit

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 …

“Man Repeller no. 451” outfit

Dedicated to the real Man Repeller. Or “How to lose a guy(‘s boner) in one dress,” if this were a romantic comedy starring Kate Hudson and a flaccid Matthew McConaughey. I wore this tonight to Story Story Night‘s REALiTY BiTES: Stories of Eating It. Opening the show, I mentioned that guys can’t quite put a finger on it. And while they might play around with the idea that this dress resembles something a schizophrenic grandma would sew for her antique prairie doll collection, they know one thing for certain: They do not want to have sex with it. And to that I say, touché. But I shall wear it anyway. vintage Diane Fre’s purple print ruffle dress, $14.99 – Idaho Youth Ranch | Steve Madden black leather mules, $39 – Nordstrom’s Rack | White tassel earrings, birthday present This is my kiss off face. Quoth Amy Poehler, “I don’t care if you like it.” (I also included a cat and a doll collection in this post to up my man repellant street cred.) PS: So …

“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 …

“The future is unwritten” outfit

During our tour of Rauschenberg’s Captiva compound, I took a lopsided picture of this print on the wall of one of the Studios. “The future is unwritten,” it said. To say everything unsaid. This is the white hut where the writers go to write. This is the white path made of tiny white shells that leads to the hut where the writers go to write. It is all light. And all white. Except the inside. That is dark rich wood. That smells of cedar. Inside, there is a desk for you to write. A green chair to sit. To sweat it out into the white. Lauren Conrad flower print top $3.75 Idaho Youth Ranch thrift store  (I accidentally broke this top because I used it as an impromptu swim suit, then skinny dipped in a bioluminescent plankton glow high, and put it on rather hastily. Salty tears.)  | Bill Blass Sport hot pink button up top $7 – Bend, OR Goodwill | Official Boy Scout green cargo shorts with gold snaps and gold studs lining the pockets, $12, LUX Fashion Lounge) …