Up front, like, full disclosure. I work for Sock Dreams and absolutely love it. When I put together outfits in my head I tend to spend all my time thinking about the legs and things (shoes! skirt?) that I forget ladies are expected to wear some kind of top when out and about. If I link to legwear, it will be there first. Because we are awesome. To carry on—
I am not someone you’d look at on the street and be like “Shit, that is so a dame the Satorialist would shoot!” Not most of the time, anyhow. But I spend four hours of my day commuting via public transit, and I look at people a lot. I am fascinated by humanity’s love of personal adornment and their solutions to putting layers between themselves and the elements.
Terrible confession: I am totally het for the white-ranging, chunky knit, apocalyptic style of the folks at the oil refinery in The Road Warrior. I am also one of those weirdos who loves Gaultier, because I like how he thinks.
So, with all that, can you still love me? Would it help if I was magic?