There is certainly something to be said about the power of a twinkly party dress like this one by Kate Spade Saturday. I have always styled outfits based on my mood, and sometimes that means putting on an piece that’ll work some magic and lift my spirits when I’m feeling down. Clothing can be an anti-depressant of sorts, you know what I mean? If not, I suggest you give it a whirl. And you can totally get away with wearing something like this midday during the holiday season, which is a definite plus. Chocolate and wine work wonders as well…
I know it’s supposed to be “the most wonderful time of the year” or some shit, but life doesn’t always abide by these pre-determined standards. I am not about to get all emo, nor will I complain or pity myself in any way, shape or form — I am beyond blessed with an amazing family (who I get to go see tomorrow in California), an incredible “friend family” here in New York, and a rock-steady support system that has never failed me through many, many ups and downs.
But guess what? Nobody’s life is perfect. People struggle from seasonal depression, body dysmorphia, clinical depression, anxiety disorder, and things that are far “worse”…or more severe, medically speaking. Some people are considered “stronger” than others…some people can handle misfortune “better”.
I have always been genuinely intrigued by people and the human mind. I find people interesting. I want to know their stories, I want to offer support when I can and I want everyone to thrive. I think often times people are too quick to judge. Sometimes it just takes a little extra effort and a little more understanding.
In putting forth my best effort to be a true friend, loyal relative, and even a caring stranger, I have learned that you can never judge a book by it’s cover. Nobody has a right to just assume what is happening in someone else’s life, and miraculously know what it feels like for that person. All we can do is listen and be patient…do our best to relate.
I will go ahead and leave it at that. Sometimes life fucking sucks. Sometimes there is a socially-acceptable reason for it to suck that people will automatically sympathize with, and other times it just fucking sucks . For no reason. Maybe you can explain it and maybe you can’t. But either way, it is hard. All that glitters is not gold.
And no, this is not the end-all-be-all solution (obviously), but until I find one I am going to stick with this as one of my remedies. Wrap yourself up like a freaking Christmas present — tie yourself up in bows and ribbons and put on red lipstick. Don’t plant a fake smile on your face, but I can almost guarantee that you will feel a whole lot better than if you left the house in sweat pants with greasy hair.
*head to toe: Gigi Burris hat (Gigi is my incredibly talented / amazing roommate, make sure you check out her stuff!!), Nars lip crayon in Cruella, Saturday Baroque Trapeze Dress, Topshop Jacket (similar style here), vintage Ferragamo heels c/o my grandmother (modern version here)
Photography by Jono Bernstein