2 old fo’ dat shit

We know we miss her
We miss her picture
Sometimes it’s faded
Disintegrated
For fear of growing old
— Placebo, “This Picture”

I follow this Japanese street fashion blog and every time I scroll through the photos, half of me is going, “Ooh, I love that top.” and the other half is wagging its finger at me saying, “GRL U 2 OLD FO’ DAT SHIT.”

While I will defend my constitutional right to bleach and dye my hair until I die, (I think I’d make an adorable pink-haired great-aunt, don’t you?), I have to concede that at twenty-eight, calling myself a twenty-something sounds absurd and certain adult clothing choices have to start getting made.

I’ve turned into something I’d thought inconceivable in my late teens/early twenties — practical.

And I —

— I have forgotten the point I wanted to make when I started writing this entry. Here, have a Japanese boyband I will not admit to liking if you ask while I try to remember:

The point I suppose, sadly, (and I’ve been saying this a while now) is that I have to make a resolution to start dressing better. And by better, I don’t mean the way I used to dress when I was younger (because omg what is Visual Kei hahaha).

So here’s to style, and the courage to admit what just doesn’t look good on you anymore.