We begin our series on #shirtfiends with this vibrant, fiercely opinionated and defiant original who sets the stylistic tone at Garage Magazine, freshens up the pages of American Vogue and stole my heart on the sidewalk outside a fashion week dinner some seasons past. She brings joy and shrewd insights wherever she goes.
Every subject is presented with the same three questions about the meaning of uniform.
What Does Uniform Mean to You?
I kind of feel like uniform dressing is the nal frontier in my self-actualization. Right now, I'm still trying (and at times failing) to throw together a *lewk* every time I leave the house because what I wear is still my primary means of communicating who I am to the world. I kind of hate that fact. A uniform feels grown-up, and sophisticated, and self assured. What you see is what you get. That's the mantra by which I aspire to live my life. I want to be a bitchy old spinster with a closet of men's shirt, chunky old Céline shoes, black men's trousers and not a single fuck to give. I also strongly suspect that my only accessory will be a late-in-life Great Dane named Dame Judi Dench.