Before mercury, my blood used to fill thermometers.

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Style guide.

Nothing necessitates a trigger warning like the phrase "fall fashion."

Style icon: Fran Lebowitz

I don't wish away my own style (noncommittal Halloween costume-style version of 1950s office girl); I only wish I could own, as effortlessly, blazers and sweaters and wisdom.

It's Nice That interviewed Dian Hansen, Taschen's Sexy Books Editor, and I'm still waiting for the issue to arrive but am freaking out all the more for that. When I consider "style" I do not consider clothes as much as, for instance, here is someone who has forged her own specific place, borne of her passions, and this is what I think about emulating when the autumn winds blow and I want to shed my grim, humid summer encasement.

Particularly as October 19th approaches — everyone, I'm certain, has a date they wish was a solid object they could burn/throw down flights of stairs/feed to a carnivorous fish. While, yes, my life is better because the events of last fall compelled me to change directions, nothing is worth, you know, scars. Persistent, intrusive pain and disruption of how one accomplishes normal, necessary things. My copy of Heroines came, I think, that day or the previous day. I think I had read it all by then, somehow.

Books that held my hand through the sad, blank months
Heroines by Kate Zambreno
Swimming Studies by Leanne Shapton
Repeated attempts to read Pride and Prejudice, hasn't yielded anything but kept me occupied
My Life is a Movie by Carina Finn
Hangsaman by Shirley Jackson
Every last Dorothy, a Publishing Project title
Beyond This Point Are Monsters by Roxanne Carter
Speedboat by Renata Adler
Rookie Yearbook One

Speaking of life-changing:

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