A teacher needs some gravitas on the first day of school, so I wore these burgundy suede platforms, which weigh at least a pound each. The result: mild shinsplints. Worth it, I think:
Feathers bedeck the skirt as an obvious contradiction to sought gravity: peacocks’ to keep me performative and hawks’ to keep me vigilant. Pale mauve backpack filled with first day lunch, notebook, and necessities.
That was yesterday. Today I felt almost secretarial, a little autumnal, although most people were far more autumnal than me today, in sweaters and boots already! So eager! But the season has changed like a stage backdrop as it always seems to in this city, only this time it is so awfully soon.
Teal blouse with smocked waist and neckline from Forever 21. Now I wish I’d bought one in all three colors (there were gray and raspberry as well, and they were cheap) (as are all things made in sweatshops). I watched part of Debord’s The Society of the Spectacle on UbuWeb Saturday night, and what do you know, it made me want to go shopping. I was like, “Guy, I keep doing all these detournements faithfully, but to no avail. The anomie is still intense. Or is it just because I’m menstrual?” Anyway, a good haul, and ever-so-temporarily therapeutic, as the collocation goes.
Autumn is my season, my end of the spectrum, my symphonic excess, my cornucopia of heavy muchness. Hello autumn.