My mom recently found and scanned some photos of me as a kid wearing some cool outfits:
The uncropped version of this one shows that the Christmas tree next to me is wearing less tinsel than I am.
This outfit would become even more ridiculous if I revealed the idea behind it, but I won’t. In my defense, it was Halloween.
This last one is my favorite, because my mother let me wear it out to Four Seas Ice Cream, the best ice cream place in the world. Something that always makes me happy is seeing a little kid in some crazy getup that their parents obviously let them pick out and wear in public just-this-once. I feel that what children choose to dress up in before they’ve learned to care about what’s cool or weather-appropriate is the purest, happiest form of fashion. Next time you see a four-year-old in a tutu and galoshes, ask yourself, “is this really any less practical than what I’ve seen on the runway this season?”