Huge round woven heels
Ah, Berkeley. The fact that you have more retail on 4th Street than all of downtown San Francisco makes me miss you more. But seeing all the students studying in a cafe while I silently ate a brookie reading about Acne Studios was equally depressing. I do not miss reading and writing. How did I ever survive this place?
The Alumnus in Need of a New Lamp outfit
Mikami tote
Mumami balls keychain
If there’s one thing I need to stop buying, besides jackets and shoes, it’s totes. But this one feels intentionally sized for magazine shopping and carrying an umbrella. I added the Mumami keychain that reminds me of pretty mothballs, to make it extra special and gay.
Chanel Boy Reverso
I made the decision to minimize my bag collection. It’s a little ridiculous to have the amount that I do. It’s not as extreme as the amount that some serious bag heads own, but I admit that it’s more than I’ll ever need in this life. I’ll keep this guy with me, but am steeling myself to ship a few off for sale. Fine leather goods can break your heart.
Sunflower jacket
As I rushed out of my building, a couple walking towards me stopped, and the guy said “I love your jacket.” I don’t dress for anyone but myself, but it’s always rad when what you’re wearing elicits a smile or compliment.
Ribbed collar scarf
A treasured thrift find. When you don’t want to carry a long scarf. When you want to give a t-shirt a cozy collar. When there’s a chill on the Rockridge BART platform and you need a ribbed brace for your neck. This guy’s The One.
Karan Singh socks
Lookmate London has a stand in Spitalfields, featuring some very lovely socks designed by independent artists. I will always reach for a pair of black and white socks. I’m too weak not to.
Dolce & Gabbana boots
Blackmeans coin pouch
Imagine if I had actually hooked my beloved coin pouch to the tab of my boot. Or, even better, if my boots had huge round woven heels. Motorized. Perchance, to dream.
H&M shiny cap
I know I swore no more shiny cap shenanigans, but I gave this guy one last good college try. Later, while dining with Vaio at Zachary’s, her devilish son told me, with the sheer honesty of a fifth grader, that my hat looked tight. “I know, I don’t I should keep it,” I told him. “Yeah,” he replied, “it’s too small for your head.” I consoled myself with another bite of deep dish pizza.
He later suggested my hat would best suit his head. I’ll give it to him at his high school graduation.