Black feather dress: Gap, from mom;
Shoes: Aerosoles;
Bag: Lulu Letty giveaway, from Timely Vintage;
Cougar Bracelet: vintage, thrift find, from Finder's Keepers (Lawrenceville).
Photos by Jeremiah.
Yesterday was Jeremiah's birthday, and we celebrated by going downtown for an Indian dinner and visiting over milkshakes with his family. To help honor Jeremiah's big day, I decided to dress up in a dress that looks like it was fashioned from the leftover Rodarte pieces from the movie "Black Swan." It's one part delicate on top, and then it's madness in chiffon-y scraps on the skirt. And it's so fluffy. I danced around in it all night, and occasionally said quotes from the movie ("IT'S MY TURN" is pretty funny if you keep saying it in a guttural, maniacal growl).
Because nothing quite says "Happy birthday" to your spouse than imitating the psychological breakdown of a hallucinating, obsessive ballerina, amirite?
Happy weekend,
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