What excites me style wise these days is finding pieces from old collections that I haven’t stopped thinking about. I’ve often been preoccupied with Miuccia Prada’s thoughts and things from about a decade ago. And then, I was so struck by Nicolas Ghesquière’s debut collection for Louis Vuitton. I know every look like I know every word of an old Whitney Houston song.
When I find these looks in consignment stores my heart stops. If I buy, I like to think of it less like random shopping (which makes me feel so bad) and more like a hobby. Like I’m a collector. It’s nonsense, of course; it’s more like a drug. This is my lastest rush: look 18 from that collection.