My friend Francesca (that’s us in Vegas last spring) is the most fashionable person I know, and I don’t mean that in an fancy-purses-and-snobby-labels way: I mean she’s just one of those people who’s naturally about ten steps ahead of the trends and can wear things like cut-up men’s undershirts and somehow make them look like couture, and she inspires my own clothing experiments more than anyone else.
Oh my god, did we ever have fun when we lived together in L.A. We basically shared a wardrobe: she’d borrow one of my Trovata cat-princess dresses and I’d put on some beaded sheath that she’d found at a thrift store in Italy, and we’d head out to play darts until two in the morning before coming back home and jumping into the pool. I’ve never had that experience before – where you’re so close with someone that your possessions become more or less shared – but that’s exactly the way it was: even Lucy felt more like “our” dog than “mine”.
Anyway, Francesca is very much my Fashion Spirit Sister, so when she emailed me that she was on the hunt for a perfectly distressed rocker tee (we email and/or text each other about ten times a day, so things like “I’m on the hunt for a perfectly distressed rocker tee” are totally acceptable topics, in addition to “Miley Cyrus is completely naked in her new video” and just how much Marvin is crying on this season of ANTM), I thought: ooh. That sounds good.
And then I found it! I totally found the perfect t-shirt. So I bought it for her.
And then I saw that there were two, and that they were on sale for about a quarter of their original price…and so I bought them both. Because while we may share a love of distressed tees, we – sadly – no longer share a closet.
P.S. I’m visiting Francesca in L.A. in a few weeks – a stopover on the way home from an event I’m hosting in Seattle – and the #twinsies photo will be taken.
On me: T-shirt and sunglasses via T.J.Maxx; Power Stretch Skinny Jeans c/o Armani Exchange; watch c/o Express; Stuart Weitzman 5050 boots; vintage necklace; Legacy Satchel c/o Botkier.
