this is why we can't have nice things.
for the last few months i've felt the overwhelming desire to look a little more PUT-TOGETHER, and to do so in way where i still look like myself (hairbrushes = foreign policy; "artfully disheveled" is a constant aspiration). maybe it has something to do with the whole rapidly-approaching-thirty thing but i'm feeling the need to throw some elegance into the mix. in a very tricky manner, i have arrived at the conclusion that i need to begin investing in classy pieces to wear with my distressed denim experiments and hole-y tees. this along with trying to spend wayyy less than i make (novel, right?) has led to a plan: rather than constantly throwing away money on disposables, i'm making an effort to shop the sale racks for outrageous markdowns on pieces that scream GROWN UP.
my first purchase, made friday, was the above 3.1 phillip lim top. originally $335 at barney's co-op, i bought it for $89.25 during their "final days" sale. i had to talk myself into paying even that much (i'm C-H-E-A-P; years of thrifting and my current retail discount have literally ruined me when it comes to paying more than $40 for anything), but under the new administration i'm sacrificing quantity for quality. the only flaw in my plan might be dry cleaning costs, as the first night i wore the top i got a maker's mark neat dumped square on my back while watching the apes. and THIS is why we can't have nice things.