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