This is something I don’t wear often.Like a lot of New Yorkers, I value invisibility. Quiet outfits. Monochrome. All black. Walking down the street is hectic and the constant harassment is enough. I don’t need my clothes to draw any more attention. The same goes when I’m at work. But this dress seems to garner the most compliments out of everything in my wardrobe. Because it’s patterned? Because the pattern creates movement like a psychedelic optical illusion? I like it but I don’t like the compliments. I’d rather forget about my clothes once they are on and I’m out the door. I guess I simultaneously enjoy compliments about my clothes and get annoyed by them at the same time. How do you feel about compliments about what you’re wearing out in the wild?
[outfit: Billy Reid sweater dress, *Organic by John Patrick scarf, PACT leggings, HOPP oxfords, *cluse watch, Vietnam backpack]