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: