#black turtleneck
Reposting because, swamped at work, and also, mood.
I feel a little bit silly about posting this, because essentially, this whole blog is one big #tbt, but this photo is particularly significant because of that time Gillian worked as a unimpressed intern for a posh 90s art gallery, wearing a turtleneck and pinstriped business slacks.
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IMPORTANT BECAUSE
1) the golden patchwork fur overcoat in the first image is obscuring
2) the UTTER MAJESTY of this MESH AND ANGORA (?!) panelled turtleneck sweater-dress in the second image; and finally
3) In a sea of sameness, our girl stands the fuck out in the front row.
Inspiration abounds.
Also, I’m so happy I finally saw the rest of this look.
viastargates and mexicantylerperry
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October : Dark Academia
- annotating your copy of Dracula with a spectacle resting at the bridge of your nose while the fairy like knots of your auburn hair flutters in the chilly autumn breeze.
- crushing the wilted leaves on the pavements under your doc martens as the crunch of it awakens vintage polaroid pictures, dates, memories and a surge of nostalgia washes over you.
- playing with your old gold coin pendant that rests so delicately over the warm fabric of your favourite black turtleneck while you read Sylvia Plath.
- scribbling your incoherent thoughts in the flushed yellow pages of your journal tainted with coffee rings while the aroma of freshly baked cookies wafts through the air from the neighbourhood french bakery.
- relishing in the smell of petrichor when occasional showers of rain find its way to make the days even better.
- Reading literature to satisfy the curiosity of your ghost-filled heart, under the light of a twisted candle carving a halo on the face with a deep scarlet tinged lips who, eons ago had become one with the earth for hiding secrets in their hearts and potions.
