the halloween episode

i guess i've always had mixed feelings about halloween. on the one hand, i appreciate its importance as a really rare opportunity to be creative and fanciful and whimsical and other adjectives without people thinking (realizing?) that you're a complete faggy weirdo. on the other, you spend your whole night competing for cabs with droves of stumbling, loud assholes vomiting all over their brand new "slutty nun" costumes from ricky's. this halloween was no exception to that latter, sacred tradition. but let us focus on the former for a moment.

bryn takes halloween very seriously. i'd say it's like her christmas, but she actually celebrates christmas. her yom kippur? a little *too* serious. anyway, the point is that the girl basically lives to dress people, so a holiday devoted entirely to creating and then wearing an outfit is right up her alley.

her original idea was to get a bunch of us to dress as characters from "clue". but for some reason, not many people were really biting. what happened next is sort of myth and legend at this point, but as i remember it, my roommate drae and i start talking about how clue's just a cheap rip-off of murder by death anyway, because no matter how much we love tim curry, he's no truman fucking capote... and thus a new halloween idea was born! bryn insisted we be tru cap and his gaggle of 50's nyc socialites. original. creative. infinitely faggy.

friends, let me tell you, when bryn does a costume, old girl does a costume. weeks, literally weeks, were spent crouched in library stacks researching old photos, raiding vintage stores, and assembling primary AND backup outfits for everyone in the group. it was all consuming. and the end result was, i must say, pretty spot-on.

behold, the inspiration photos of babe paley and truman capote:






and now, bryn's version. please ignore oron's shoes. and alexis is meant to be harper lee, who does, in case you're wondering, look pretty much like that:





long explanation, but so worth it for this photo. girl done it up *riiiiiight*.

weekend thrifting

i find vintage fascinating.

so many items that were once fixtures in other people's lives come to find themselves abandoned in some jumble pile at the Goodwill. how did they end up there? who owned them? it's fun to imagine all the backstories.

for example, i'd guess the AARP member who owned this previously was a fabulous, eccentric UES divorcée with gads of money who ran a marsupial rescue organization, as such a coat could clearly only be used as a gestational surrogate for abandoned baby kangaroos.

be careful reaching into that pocket...

intro

hello.

simply, this is a blog dedicated to my fashionista girlfriend bryn, a brilliant, eclectic dresser who lists dorothy spornak as her main style icon.

let us start with last night's outfit. we went to see my brother's band Hey Champ play at crash mansion.

picture, dear friends, this basement rock show. loud music. sweaty dancing. pbr.

and now picture my date for this evening, dressed (quite intentionally) as a flying squirrel.

or rather, allow me to picture it for you: