08 8 / 2011
I have been thinking a lot about my relationship with clothes. When I was in high school I was very into fashion. I had a part-time Starbucks budget, of course, so I wore a lot of weird things remade from my mom’s old clothes and thrift store salvages fixed up to approximate what was on trend. I looked odd most of the time, I’m sure, but clothes felt exciting and interesting to me, and I liked playing with them.