Red December
When 18, I went on a foreign exchange trip to Russia, living with a host family in a small two bedroom apartment in Noginsk, due east of Moscow. It started innocently enough in the fall, with long walks around parks with lingering Lenin busts, but then winter came. Bitter, bitter winter. Temperatures reached record lows. For Russia. Of minus 40 below.
This red scare has defeated great armies, also pale Americans. My nose hairs would ice up and exposed skin turn a freezer-burnt purple immediately upon contact with the out of doors.
The piercing cold has come to Boise, so this is my homage to commie red. All I want to do is hunker down at home, drink tea, spin vinyl and read Russian novels.
Anna and Frank red silk top: $2 (thrift store). Maroon pleated skirt: $2 (thrift store).
Red front clasp belt: $2 (thrift store).
Pendelton red wool jacket: Free (passed down from a 90-year-old woman my mom house cleans for who must have been some serious bad ass business lady of exactly my proportions).
Comfort by Rockport orange suede leather sneaks: $4.99 (thrift store).
Outfit styled by Kelly Lynae. Photographs by her любовник, Jason Willford. Легкомысленная Вселенная живет в вас! (Translation: “Frivolous Universe lives in you!” I would be so good at writing commie fashion slogans.)
