white shirt: H&M
sequin skirt: reconstructed from a thrifted dress
belt: thrifted, or maybe it’s from my mom
shoes: Calvin Klein, from Beacon’s Closet
bag: courtesy of Coach
A few people have asked about my shoes, in person. You may or may not have noticed the faded white marks on my shoes, which are deliberately kept in place. In our last days together, Rowdy (my horse) and I did many fluid treatments, and I gave him countless doses of various medicines. Whenever he gestured to his stomach (which usually indicates colic), I would give him a dose of Milk of Magnesia, of which several drops would end up all over my shoes. I’m certain it’s macabre by most standards, but for now, I still can’t bear to wash them off. I have a tendency to hold onto the strangest things. I just don’t want to forget.