PART I: Me and Shopping
So….I’ve always liked to shop by myself. Always. I kind of feel like it’s an activity that’s possible to find a soulmate for, but I’ve never found one and don’t know if I really want or need one. I prefer to shop by myself, because it’s not just shopping. I wander…and need to take my own time. I can’t be rushed, I can’t feel like the person I’m with has gotten bored or moved on or isn’t finding anything they like. I just like being by myself, and walking down a street, stumbling into stores, and spending hours there if the merchandise is good enough to merit hours-worth of exploration.
When my friend Beth lived in Brooklyn Heights, that’s what I would do. All day. ALL day by myself (while she was at work; ’cause I’d usually go up Thursday night and have Friday to myself). I would walk through her neighborhood for MILES to the point where I was way beyond her neighborhood and had been…just everywhere. Until my legs were utterly aching. From 9 am to 9 pm. I’d wake up in the morning, put on my ‘lil converse, and stop into every single store on the street she lived on (Court). Chain stores like American Apparel and LF, and then random little boutiques…shoe boutiques…accessories boutiques..home boutiques…and vintage-specific stores. And I’d take pictures of the things I liked:
And pictures of me IN the things I liked:
And then I’d stop for lunch by myself….
(photo I took at Nectar, a mini natural food & juice joint on Court Street in Brooklyn Heights, Fall of 2010)
….and then wind around to Smith Street and go to Free People and Dear Fieldbinder and all of the awesome no-name shops in that area. I would do the same thing in Soho, but it’s more fun in Brooklyn because of all the ‘unknown’ boutiques that there’s only one of. In Soho you’ve got a lot of stores that to ME aren’t so fun to shop in (Sandro, Rag & Bone, APC, etc. where the prices are like $500 for a single sweater or pair of pants). But, from wandering alone there I did discover Ina (an awesome vintage/second-hand boutique) (where I still think about the ’70′s-style TURQUOISE Alexander Wang gown I wasn’t able to take with me even though it was only $160 because I had already spent all my money by the time I found it and to this day my heart aches for its loss); and Think Closet, where I’ve gotten a few really cool pieces from Japan and Australia an on mega-sale. Like this flouncy baby doll dress that has mini “boots” all over it:
Literally– the print is of different styles of lace-up boots:
MOST of the time, if it’s a place I know that I can go back to, I don’t do research beforehand. Usually, I’ve unintentionally acquired knowledge of spots just inherently due to being an incessant reader of blogs and magazines, where you passively gain knowledge, like that ‘such-and-such is a great store’ in Brooklyn, or LA, or Palm Springs, or Austin or whatever, and then that nugget is filed away until I find myself in that city. But usually, if I have the freedom, (like I’m not on a super tight schedule or with anyone else), I just want to see what I find on the ground. I don’t want anyone else’s map and I don’t want to plan the day. I just want to walk and see what storefronts catch my eye. As I wrote in my old blog bio, I walk and stop into any store that “looks cute.” That’s my criteria. How else do you stumble upon anything? It’s an establishment that looks cute. A coffee shop, a juice joint, a store. You just walk….and see a window display or store front or sign and it looks cute/cool, and you go in.
Like this one, on Court Street, in Brooklyn….
….whose Halloween-decorated windows drew me in because, well they were cute overall, but those skeleton trays….(which I would end up buying 5 of)….
….And have been all over my home for 3 years, from jewelery trays to wall decoration….
….And remind me of Brooklyn and that phase of my life every time I see them.
And so it’s just something I enjoy doing solo. In college, in Hanover, I would walk to Bella by myself and got to know the life-story of every single salesperson there. In Barcelona, I spent about 10 hours a day walking and going into stores. My first time in New Orleans, I separated off from my boyfriend and the group I was with, and spent legitimately 5 straight hours in the SAME single store (after meandering down a street and stopping into this and that until I hit the jackpot with a vintage/second-hand store called Funky Monkey that I’ve mentioned no less than one-thousand times on this blog; as detailed in this blogpost here.). This past Thanksgiving, I woke up and spent all Black Friday (like 9 am to 7 pm) doing my thing (it was my first Black Friday ever).
My experiences shopping solo in various cities–Barcelona, my own (DC), New York, New Orleans, LA, Hanover (haha sweet little Hanover in there with that group of major worldly cities), are always interesting and fun socially, because it’s just like going to a bar for happy hour and meeting a fun bartender and having great conversation with the fellow bar patrons and people working there. I’m not a silent mute person, so while I’m IN the store, flicking through racks, and inspecting items, and trying things on, I obviously end up talking to the salespeople– asking them questions about where they buy from, and how they ended up working there and we go back and forth and then I know how they met their boyfriend and we’re probably exchanging phone numbers or getting drinks later that night. Or I’m interacting with other customers who are shopping at the same time, like when you can tell they are debating an item and they give you a look like ‘do I get this?’ and then you say ‘I love it on you, you have to get it’ (assuming that’s the case) and then you start talking.
So I find it all just fascinating and and human and social and educational. Every time I’m out in the world, walking down a street, stopping into businesses, and talking to strangers, I am learning. I might learn about a new brand, I might learn that I love the combination of hot-pink lips and leopard sweaters (because that’s what another customer was wearing); or I might learn of a new place in France that I didn’t know about because the customer that I was talking to had an accent and was from there and then we started talking about it; or I might learn what the process of getting an apartment through a broker in the East Village is like because they just went through it; or I might learn about a new restaurant that I wouldn’t have otherwise heard about because we got to talking about how I’m from out of town and need a good place to go; or I might be inspired by a woman who tells me about how she quit her corporate job to freelance and I’m learning about how she structures her work-at-home days and I’m learning about an aspect of an industry I never knew about because it used to be her job and we’re talking about it. And to me, it’s ALL interesting. Human beings fascinate me. And stores aren’t run by robots…or nobody. Every single one has a human being in it, at the helm. And so every time I walk into one–whether it’s in a small town in West Virginia or a side street in DC–even IF the person working there is god-awful and I can’t have a conversation, it’s an interesting opportunity to just…observe another person who is likely stylish. And their image informs something in my brain….the way they side-sweep their bangs, or their cropped denim vest. Or something I overheard them saying on their cellphone while I was in the dressing room. Being confined within a small store gives you more access/opportunity to observe or talk to or listen to a human, than just people-watching on a street, because that’s all too fast. On the street, in the world, everyone’s just passing by. But I love the social-animal world of stores, because yes, though you can observe humans on a sidewalk, or at an airport, or a cafe– you don’t have as much opportunity, to make a friend or learn something as when you’re in a little store. There’s something about the dynamic of a consumer, on their free time, opening a door, and walking into a space that is the domain of whoever is working there; and that person working there (generally–in an ideal world) has a passion for and knowledge of whatever their currency is (interiors, clothing, shoes), and generally, the consumer shares an interest in that same thing or they probably wouldn’t have walked in (or don’t stay very long), and so the person working there has subject-matter-expertise and knowledge that the consumer is interested in. I have formed legitimate BONDS with the people who work at the stores I’ve gone into. And not because they’re selling me and want my money as a customer.
And “shopping” doesn’t always mean buying something. It just means entering a domain and checking out the wares. It’s visual stimulation. It’s like a museum. All shopping really is, before the financial transaction, is looking at/browsing/considering pretty things…interesting things. Except it’s more active than staring at things that you don’t have the OPTION to buy. Because at a store, versus a museum, there is a selection of things–edited and selected for you– the potential consumer–, and you have the option to actually sort through it and find what suits YOUR eye and take it home and incorporate it into your life. You have to look, and work, and think. And it’s inspiring every single time– if you’re in the right mood. I get IDEAS for things when I’m in stores, whether I spend a cent or not. I get ideas from the decor. From the way things were styled. From the way the shopkeeps were dressed. For how I could rearrange my furniture. (but like with anything, you have to know yourself and when you’re not in the mood to shop, shopping sucks). And don’t even get me STARTED on how much new music I have learned about just by being in a store.
So that’s historically been my relationship to shopping– especially when I’ve traveled and am in a new place. This fall was a turning point in my life in terms of shopping smarter (and less), and truly understanding what’s worth my money, and really feeling “in control” rather than distracted when I have happened upon a gold-mine of a store. When you’re spending more than $50, it’s worth it when you lovelovelovelovelove it; and it’s super unique; and it has it all when it comes to cost-per-wear, quality, beauty, functionality, etc; and you would buy it if it were a no-label thriftstore find because you love it and picked it out and it fit perfectly anyways but as it happens, the piece you love is MARGIELA AND BALENCIAGA CASHMERE FOR LESS THAN $200– THAT’S WHEN IT’S WORTH IT. haha. And when you’re not going into debt to get it and it stays within your life budget, of course : )
Which brings me to Decades.
PART II: DECADES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(What I was wearing when the shopping began, before trying on the store)
I had always heard about Decades. Not sure how or when or where, but when you’re obsessed with two things: fashion, and LA, you kind of just hear about Decades. I had long assumed it would be a super-cool place to look. That’s the operative word— look. I knew all about its story; it’s super famous for having incredible vintage…Chanel, Alaia, Prada, and I just unconsciously assumed it was a place I’d have fun viewing because nothing in it would ever be attainable. I thought it would be like browsing a costume store. It’s on Melrose Avenue, it’s world-famous, there’s no way that the prices aren’t jacked up and everything in it isn’t upwards of 1 grand (was my thought process). It had been on my list of places to “stop in” for 2 years, literally in the same category as a museum like Getty or MOCA, along the lines of “I will enjoy staring at 1970’s Chanel necklaces through a glass case, for fun, for 30 minutes or so.” But I had no i-d-e-a what it was actually like.
(Trying on a gorge Derek Lam sweater that I bought)
With essentially one price-tag check in a new store, you have a sense of what the store is like. And, I was completely astonished to discover that Decades was the most amazingly priced store I had ever walked into. When I walked in, I went straight to the shoe section. I picked up some INCREDIBLE shoes—Burberry platforms that I’d seen on the runway and in magazines priced at $170; another pair of Burberry shoes for $200 (that I WISH had fit me). Sergio Rossi hot pink suede platform shoes (they were straight off of Jessica Rabbit and too amazing for words) for $200; Fendi platforms for $200; gorrrrrgeous Givenchy sandals for $120. Every single shoe that I liked and would have bought, was between $120 and $200. Which is what a new shoe from Steve Madden or Nordstrom or anywhere costs, and they’re not AMAZING. GORGEOUS. ITALIAN. UNIQUE. WORK-OF-ART GENIUS-DESIGNED SHOES. There were some shoes less than $100 too. So right off the bat, from the shoe section, I was feeling REALLY surprised by how just like……reasonable and normal this place seemed. I almost felt grateful. I was like, so impressed at the selection and so impressed at the pricing. It comes down to the selection more than anything. The people who work there are CLEARLY absolutely brilliant at what they do. They get BUCKETS of consignments every single day from women all over LA, and their eye and taste is incredible. They select the VERY most incredible pieces and nothing else, so the entire store is just the best of the best of the best, for INSANE prices!!! I’ve never been so surprised by a store. Ever. I kept telling the manager, almost stuttering, “I’m just…I’m so…IMPRESSED.” I’m so impressed that….you don’t seem like you’re trying to fleece the American public.
I tried on a pair of silver-sparkle Lanvin ballet flats that stole my heart so fucking hard, and put them off to the side to see if I found anything else I wanted to buy more than I wanted to buy them. All I’ve ever wanted is a pair of Lanvin ballet flats and they retail at $595 (the glitter/special ones). These looked brand new…so GORGEOUS..and they were $200. I was imagining how cute and chic they would look with light-wash skinny jeans, a slouchy wrap sweater, or black leggings, for a plane ride/every day of my life.
Then I started looking at the bags. There was a crazy stunning suede YSL bag for $700 ^^^ and the manager sweetly and casually told me “we could do less though.” And that surprised me MAJORLY. I really truly expected the prices to be rude; and the staff to basically be a-holes. Like….”we’re so well-known, our prices are fixed, don’t try to negotiate, it’s not happening, take it or leave it, we don’t DO that.” That was how I was imagining a place that’s as well-known as Decades. I was imagining they’d be the kind of place that would LAUGH at the idea of negotiation or ‘going down’ on a price. I literally assumed it was something that would be out of the realm of their world, and yet I’m there looking at prices you see at BANANA REPUBLIC FOR A PAIR OF WORK CHINOS; and the staff is totally chill. It’s California; of COURSE they are.
Like these LOSER Banana Republic “Martin Fit Navy Lightweight Wool Slim Ankle Pant” that are $98.00:
Kill yourself, Martin Ankle Pant. Because there were a million AMAZING things that price; LESS than that price; and barely more than that price at Decades that were ACTUALLY AMAZING AND NOT OVERPRICED LAME SLACKS. LIKE SLICK, TAILORED, CROPPED PRADA PANTS. Hmm: vintage prada, or the Banana Republic MARTIN FIT. Oh gee I’m not sure how I’d rather spend a hundred dollars. Can you help me decide? NOT.
Then……………………………scrolling through the clothing began. And that’s when my mind was actually blown. BLOWN. Literally I no longer have a brain. I picked up the COZIEST COOOOOZZZZIEST, chunky, cream-colored, knit, Margiela wrap sweater (it was giant—like it would have kept you warm in Switzerland), and it was $175. All I could think was……’ a new JOIE sweater at Cusp costs $325.’
Like this “Celia” Cowl Neck Sweater for $288.
HAHAHAHAHHAHA okay, yaaaaaaa, sure Joie, I’m going to spend $300 dollars on a SHORT SLEEVED cowl-neck sweater??? are you fucking kidding me right now??? SPEND H-A-L-F THAT ON A BETTER, MORE AWESOME MARGIELA SWEATER THAT’S BETTER MADE AND WARMER AND MORE AWESOME? WHY DOES THE ENTIRE WORLD NOT SHOP AT DECADES? GET ALL YOUR SWEATERS THERE.
This boring-ass grey Joie sweater is $338. haha I’m literally laughing out loud. Mmmmmk sure Joie, that’s happening. AND I LOVE THE BRAND JOIE.
A J.Crew cashmere waffle sweater is $248:
WE’RE TALKING ABOUT MARGIELA!!!!!
Most vintage/second-hand stores that carry THE BIGGEST NAMES there are (especially stores that are FAMOUS and written-up in magazines) have outrageous prices that just make you sad. I’ve gone into so many vintage stores in New York and seriously the same pieces are $750 and $1100 and $935. You see Chanel tags and Fendi tags and it’s more expensive than your rent check and you’re like, ugh what’s the point of this. I’ve only ever been disappointed. NO-NAME vintage is one thing (you’ll get awesome pieces for $3 to $20 dollars), but DESIGNER vintage is usually absurdly priced. But at Decades, as I flicked piece after piece across the rack, every piece that caught my eye ran from $110 to $250. AMAAAAAAAAAAAZING, collector-item, UNREAL, I’m-hyperventilating Prada and Isabel Marant and Rick Owens and Margiela pieces were priced at the cost of a pair of Steve Madden shoes.
Like the Steve Madden Tarnney boot for a casual $149.50.
I mean it was mind-blowing. Literally………I had just spent an hour in Fred Segal, which had the same brands that stores like Cusp and Nordstrom have–Joie, White and Warren, Vince, Theory, etc. (plus some higher-end ones)–and every NEW sweater from those brands is 300 HUNDRED DOLLARS. Cashmere or not. Sweaters anywhere are kind of just expensive. Unless they’re cheap acrylic from China, obviously. And here I’m looking at BEAUTIFUL, stylish, super fucking cute BALENCIAGA SWEATERS, priced at $160.00 EVERY SWEATER I LIKED HAD A “1″ IN FRONT OF IT. NOT A 2, NOT A 3, A 1.
THE. PRICES. ARE.
OR NORDSTROM. RACK.
OR J. CREW (VOMIT).
OR URBAN OUTFITTERS
OR STEVE MADDEN
A goddamn leather purse at Banana Republic is $200 – $400.00. Like this Celine-wannabe Dianne tote for $250:
A LULU LEMON WORKOUT SWEATER IS $130.00:
A Christmas or New Years Eve dress from ASOS OR TOPSHOP OR ZARA is $100 – $200.
Literally a new fancy dress or coat from TopShop is like $140. (When things aren’t on sale). Like this exact one from TopShop:
Or if not into the 100′s, they hover around 100. Like this blah LACE DRESS– the same one you’ve seen at Asos and H&M and Forever 21 and EVERYWHERE– for $96.00 AT TOPSHOP. Cheap, made in China, one-hundred-dollars:
OR, YOU COULD GET AN ISABEL MARANT PAIR OF PANTS AT DECADES. YOUR CHOICE.
The point I’m making here, is that the prices on 90% of what I liked and would have bought at Decades were the same NUMBERS that I see when I’m browsing any old lame department store (where J.Brand jeans are $200 each, and Dolce Vita shoes are $150 a pair), and what I’m see when I’m at what is purportedly a discount store. Half the shit AT discount stores like The Rack or Loehman’s is $100- $200 or MORE!! The good shoes at Zara (before they go on sale) are LITERALLY $149.99. ZARA. Do you know what it’s like to fall in love with a Rick Owens, or Balenciaga cashmere sweater, and see a $140 price tag?? IT’S LIKE DYING. IS WHAT IT’S LIKE.
Zara Leopard Ankle Boot, $159.99.
So that’s what shopping at Decades was like. Seeing prices you’ve seen at Zara, except you’re holding Italian hand-knit cashmere sweaters in your hand and silently weeping.
No sticker shock. Just…..numbers I’m USED to seeing. So it’s not that I ever pay $159.99 for a Zara boot (because they ALWAYS go on sale for like $40 and under; and same with Steve Madden, or Joie sweaters– which just end up at TJ Maxx where my mom buys them for $29.99, which is what they SHOULD be/are worth); it’s just that……..the prices were the same, except for MARTIN MARGIELA. AND NOT STEVE MADDEN.
These Rick Owens palazzo pants were exactly $200:
Wanted to get them so bad but wanted other things more.
This gypsy metallic skirt was Isabel Marant for $150:
I tried on these AMAZING knit Prada legging-pants, that were $200.00 Yeah, the same price as a new pair of Citizens of Humanity or Sevens. Except they’re PRADA RIBBED KNIT FLARE LEGGING PANTS. I would have bought them, but they were too big in the crotch area : (
Haha ^^^ kind of an awkward picture. They needed to be smaller and the picture isn’t doing them any favors but had they BEEN a size smaller, THEY WERE AMAZING.
I did pick out two pieces that were $450 – $500, but they were CHANEL ((2 pieces of like 97, might I add. The woman was like, “wow…okay …you’re really going for it here.”) I found the cutest striped nautical long-sweater with HUGE buttons but it’s still……CHANEL FOR $450. A RAG & BONE SWEATER IS $450. AND IT’S NOT VINTAGE CHANEL.
And the cutest striped DRESS (you’ve never seen anything cuter—straight off of Diane Kruger), and it was $500. Obviously I couldn’t spend $500 on one single item, a Chanel dress, but that’s still SO REASONABLY PRICED!! They had racks on racks on racks of Chanel blazers and skirts. Such beautiful pieces. I shrieked audibly as I touched each one. Literally I was flicking through the racks shrieking out loud. IT WAS BEYOND MY CONTROL. I was OOO-ing and AAHHH-ing and gasping out loud—my sheer, unbridled, natural reaction to the edited collection of what was in that store. It was my guttural reaction to the quality and beauty of the pieces. I could NOT believe how amazing the merchandise in that store was; for the prices.
And, this GGGGOOOOORRRGGGEEEE ROBERTO CAVALLI dress for $450. An Alice + Olivia dress at Bloomingdales is $600. It’s a flouncy Roberto Cavalli dress. For $450.
The prices at Decades were I-N-S-A-N-E. ROBERT CAVALLI FLOUNCY FRILL DRESS THAT I SAW IN 40 MAGAZINES, FOR $450. WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?!
Also they had a lot of beautiful leather pieces from The Row.
I narrowed my final purchases down to 4 sweaters and the Lanvin flats.
The sweaters were absolute no-brainers. I need sweaters, I have no cute winter clothes (because I pretend winter doesn’t exist), they were the cutest things I’ve ever seen, so versatile, so practical, will wear with any/everything, amazing quality, warm, cashmere, unique, and cheap. I tried on a lot of pieces that were SUPER fun or cool and super inexpensive, but they just weren’t wardrobe staples. Unless the piece costs less than a 20-dollar bill, I’m really only into buying staples—things I can wear any day of any week with anything—not things that have to be reserved for some some special event, like an organza tutu or something. I like buying things I can truly wear. “Everyday.” That’s why I bought ballet flats and not hot-pink Jessica Rabbit pumps, in the end. Because the best purchases I’ve ever made are the things I wear on repeat day after day. I’m pretty basic and about functionality when it comes down to it.
So here is a rundown of the sweaters. Get to know them, because you’re going to be seeing A LOT OF THEM.
SWEATER 1: Grey, cashmere, v-neck, pullover Balenciaga with a funky zig-zag tangerine-colored pattern that is stitched on
Features: It’s the softest, most comfortable and warm thing in the world. The fit is sexy. The shoulders do this awesome ruching thing. It’s visually interesting. IT’S THE BEST FUCKING THING EVER. And sooooooooooooooooooo cozy/comfy. Each time I’ve worn it, strangers have noticed it.
When wearing the Balenciaga (which I was in lOVE with) in the store, Alex (who came by for the last 10 minutes before closing) noticed a teeeency-weency hole on the right sleeve. I showed it to them and the manager instantly dropped it from $160 to $80!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Do you think I give a fuck about a microscopic hole that no one but Alex will ever see? The answer is, I DON’T. PUT MORE HOLES IN IT AND DROP THAT PRICE BITCH, I DON’T CARE.
I’ve worn it 3 x since we got back a week ago.
SWEATER 2: Black, open-front, long, drapey, psuedo-pleated, cashmere Margiela for $100:
(Alex helping me to assess)
Features: fuck outta here. It’s margiela. But I don’t like things based on knowing what label they are first. My process is pretty simple: look through racks and try on what I see that I like. I fell in love with before ever even noticing that the interior tag casually said “Martin Margiela,” at which point I choked. It looks cute with just a simple white tank, or closed, or WHATEVER. Closed, it almost looks dress-like.
But my favorite part is how chill it is, with its drapes. I’ve been wearing it as a top-layer over other sweaters, and it just chills. Hangs out. It’s a chill sweater. I’ve been wearing it OVER the Balenciaga:
My dear chic friend Katherine ran into me at Tryst and loved the sweaters so much (she was the involuntary stroker), that she demanded that I stand right there in the middle of the coffee shop and pose for her instagram (I obliged, kicking and screaming. haha yeah right):
(Sidenote, Katherine has the baddest style in the world. Like chick is BAD)–
My personal fave of hers– theee ole bustier-under-the-blazer-with-the-high-wasted-trouser look. Except she rocks MJ loafers which I can’t pull off:
Back to sweaters.
SWEATER 3: A heavy-knit, button-up Derek Lam cardi whose thread is glittery gold, for $170 and fit me like a goddamn glove:
^^^come ON with how cute that is!!!!!!!!!!!!!^^^
I’ve ALSO been wearing that one layered under the Margiela, like so:
Features: It’s glittery gold thread. Bitch please.
Features: Don’t. It has sparkle-hearts and is grey cashmere. Just don’t.
Sooooo that’s that. Alex bought me the sweaters as my Christmas present. He was going to get me like 3 months of blowouts at Dry Bar, but waited because he knew I’d find something I really really wanted in LA and wanted to give me the option to pick whatever I’d found, or dry bar. I picked the sweaters.
And I treated myself to the Lanvin ballet flats. LANVIN!!!!! GLITTER!!! BALLET FLATS!!! They have leather black trim that sometimes looks navy blue and it kills me. (good kill). Ugh they are MAGICAL. I was SKIPPING gleefuly out of that store. I’ve never had a better shopping experience. I literally would ONLY shop at Decades if I lived in LA. Nothing in my wardrobe would EVER not be from there. MARGIELA. DEREK LAM. BALENCIAGA. LANVIN. FOR UNDER $200.00 EACH. WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why would I ever go anywhere else? Why would anyone ever shop at a department store or anywhere when you can get LEGIT Martin Margiela for $150? I DON’T UNDERSTAND THEIR PRICES. I WANT TO CRY.
NEEDLESS TO SAY, I spent from 4 to 6 in the store, and was NOT ready to go at 6. But everything closed at 6. I had been intending to go to Reformation, the HUGE (GIANT) Marc by Marc Jacobs store (where everything would have been the same price except not vintage Prada), the Kelly Wearstler store, and all the other stores on Melrose, but it would have been a complete waste of time because Decades is a kingdom of heaven and everything else is an embarrassment to life.
A better selection of clothing does not exist on this earth; so if you enjoy clothing as much as I do, and don’t want to pay more than $170 for an amazing sweater from a designer who would otherwise cost you more than a down payment on a house, go to Decades. A casual pair of tie-dyed Isabel Marant pants was $150. UN. REAL. UNREAL.
*I should have bought those fucking palazzos. God damn it.
**I’ll never get over it. It’s the new Alexander Wang dress from Ina that I left behind. I need those pants. God. damn. it. THEY’RE SO ME.