“we might knit that knot with our tongues that we shall never undo with our teeth.”// j. lyly

it’s been ages since i’ve stuck my feet tightly into my mouth.

the surprise isn’t that i have made these social gaffes; it’s that i haven’t in such a long while. it’s happened so many times before, when my head grows light, my cheeks grow flush with the awkwardness and heat of a thousand suns – and then my stomach knots itself into the recognized pretzel formation. then i go hide in the ladies for the rest of the night.

you’d think i’d know better than to bring it up – a forever jinx set in virtual stone. it’s just that i’m working with the statistics here, and quite plainly – if you add an increased number of functions with a definite rise in alcohol consumption, multiplied by  unknown extended family members – chances are rather high that i am, and let’s be honest – you too, are about to make incomparable asses out of ourselves.

the least one can do is dress appropriately, keep on smiling – and let it be known that those knots on the outside? they serve to complement the knots you feel on the inside.



proenza schouler

➝ source : oversized knot collar coat via msgm

➝ source : neoprene minidress via delpozo

➝ source : céline knot cuff via the realreal

➝ source : knot detail mules via proenza schouler


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