I Like What I'm Seeing
Good things that have recently graced my eyeballs.
Hi! I’m having a little “uh-oh moment” with my medications this week (real bipolar heads know), so for today’s paid post I decided to make a comforting round-up of everything—clothes, beauty, tattoos—I’ve been liking to see this fall/winter season. It’s cozy, creative, and only the tiniest bit convoluted. If you want more of my long-form writing, check out my most recent piece for i-D about preppy style (the final editor, not my lovely editor I work directly with, kind of butchered my thesis, but oh well).
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Off-kilter knits by Katya Zelentsova
Knits are such a staple of winter wear, but they typically vacillate between maybe 10 known shapes and textures, so Katya Zelentsova’s navel-baring necklines, sculpted scarves, and more experimental knits are the most exciting uses of yarn I’ve seen this season.
The perfectly-curated Women’s History Museum and its vintage shop
Don’t be fooled by the name—people of all genders can find vintage (even antique) pieces here, as well as a slew of exhibitions with names that immediately evoke entire worlds of sartorial possibility to me, like “Who wants to be human all the time?” and “Tales From a Drippy Realm.”
Cry-Baby sans J*hnny D*pp
The always-excellent John Waters made only one mistake in his 1990 teem musical rom-com Cry-Baby, and that was hiring Depp. For the thousands of us who longed, upon seeing it, to trudge through life with a fat, wistful tear always threatening to drip from one eye, these sunglasses are a perfect item.