Lately I've been enjoying wearing a lot of socks that probably make me look like a crazy person. I can't help it. I love cozy, lacy socks, and, the more I wear them, the more I love them. In fact, I think it's their essential awkwardness that makes me love them so much.
I'm often drawn to things that are classic but a bit off: dresses with over-the-top proportions, shoes that look at little like hooves, baby bangs. I think there's something in their intentional messiness that feels so fresh and punk and authentic.
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