something about dressing for the version of you that already knows

It's been a few weeks now and I'm still reaching for it. A slim turtleneck in acetate wool that feels like it was made for the exact hour between too cold and fine.

Just wear it.

Black print, lapel collar, high-waisted straight leg. The kind of set that reads like you had a plan when you didn't. Two pieces that do all the talking without asking anything of you.

Something about - the structure holding you upright when you can't quite do it yourself.

Loose white cotton, ruffled sleeve, tiny single-breasted dress underneath. The whole set feels like a morning that went better than expected.

Worn open, worn closed, worn over nothing at all.

Velour, a zip at the throat, wide leg pants with a bandage waist. It costs less than a dinner out and it photographs like a decision made by someone with a very clean apartment.

Which is either nothing or everything depending on the week you're having