I swear this Isabel Marant sweater is haunting me.
It's following me. I see it in magazines, in ads, on celebrities, on blogs, in stores. I went to the Water Tower Place to run a few errands today, and I saw this sweater there. In Water Tower Place. Tell me where in this tower I would find an Isabel Marant anything, and yet, there it was in Cusp, taunting, Look, but don't touch. I've been looking for a decent replacement sweater but no luck yet. Maybe I'll find a good one in New York (!!!). That's right, you gorgeous people -- I'm going to New York on Friday!
Jet-setting and job-hunting. Catch me (this spring break) if you can!
"We tell ourselves stories in order to live... We interpret what we see, select the most workable of the multiple choices. We live entirely, especially if we are writers, by the imposition of a narrative line upon disparate images, by the "ideas" with which we have learned to freeze the shifting phantasmagoria which is our actual experience."
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