Field Trip: Getty Villa

vintage cardigan, purse, and sweater // barely visible pixie market skirt

Big ups to my mother for trying to corral her family together for some cultural enlightenment, but she was unfortunately blessed with three radically different children: an MMA fighter, a IT consultant, and an art critic whose affections for antiquity could be described as tepid at best. Nonetheless, we had a wonderful time wandering the grounds, eating a ridiculously bountiful picnic (thanks in no small part to the mister and his homemade batch of scotch eggs) and making ballpark guesses at the cost of maintaining the grounds.

I know this is the time of year when I should be thinking about my fashion resolutions or something. What with teen girls the world over elaborately articulating the evolution of their aesthetic and references—I ask myself, should I be making monthly mood-boards?—I wonder if I'm giving enough thought to my own. Truth is I think too much about clothes as it is, and whenever I'm in want of inspiration, art always provides the best (read: abstract) kind. I'm not a beauty-products expert, but modeling one's visage after the carved spouts of the villa's East Garden Fountain are sure to give you that holy-shit-is that-the-Visigoths-coming-over-the-hill look, perfect for tumbling over a fiscal cliff.