Yesterday I said to myself, “No more skinny jeans!” and bought a pair of flared jeans in preparation for my “70s European intellectual” look that I plan to debut this spring. I figure I should get some flared jeans practice in. You know, practice my groovy, sashaying walk and all that. Wearing flared jeans pretty much changes your shoe concept, however — I am not so long-limbed or lanky (to say the least) that I can wear flats with them. They really do look best with some kind of heel. For now, I guess wearing my Frye boots will have to do.

There is no real story to the t-shirt, other than it being the oldest t-shirt I own. I got it during Depeche Mode’s “Violator” tour, which seemed like a long time ago and yet not. Because I knew nothing about fashion at that age, and because it was the early 90s and “fit” was a vague, hazy sartorial concept, I bought it way too baggy. But it all works out now, because I can wear it like a tunic. True confession: I only wash and wear this t-shirt rarely because it would break my heart if it fell apart in the laundry. My ex-boyfriend had a very, very old Metallica t-shirt once and he washed it after getting back from tour. It fell apart in the washing machine and he was disconsolate and heartbroken for months afterwards. Some things even Ebay can’t replace.