Here's what I wore to the Thurston Moore gig the other night: a bunch of closet favorites thrown together for a Gran-gone-western-goes-to-the-candy-store look. I wish I could say this eclectic ensemble was meant to symbolise Moore's vast and varied back catalogue of material, but I'm afraid the story behind the outfit isn't even half as meaningful. The pathetic truth of the matter is that my clothing rack collapsed twice on Sunday, and I couldn't be bothered to fix it again the second time. On Monday night, most of my tops and dresses were thus still lying in a big, messy, impenetrable pile on the floor, and I couldn't really get to any of it, save for the stuff on top (i.e. the shirt, I'm wearing).
Anyway, IKEA saved my style. My dressing ritual is once more founded on the principles of anal organisation.
The tights don't really come to their right in the outfit pictures. What I'm wearing is actually two pairs of tights layered on top of each other: a pair of loose knit white fishnets on top of a tight knit navy pair. They came in a two-pack.
shirt: Holly Fulton for ASOS / skirt: thrifted Designers Remix / cardigan: thrifted Henri Lloyd
/ tights: House of Holland for Pretty Polly / loafers: Miu Miu