K: Your clothes are talking. There’s no use fighting this. Every detail of your life that can be observed, will be observed eventually by somebody and compiled to determine what kind of person you are. My clothes are talking, and I’m not going to worry about how it is unjust because clothing is a terrible indicator of character.  I’m much more interested in my clothes saying something exuberant and playful to whoever is listening.

N: I mean this in the most feminist way possible, but my clothes (and yours)  are saying, “Grow some mother-fuckin’ balls.” Take all your most extreme pieces,  go against your first fashion instincts, and put them together in an unexpected way.

K: In my wardrobe, there are no supporting roles. Every item gets to be a lead – all the time, mostly because my clothes are all divas and refuse to be shunted to the chorus of endless black accessories. This vintage 70s polyester tunic is a statement piece on it’s own. Why not pile on, not one, but three more: sparkly metallic blue leggings, cowboy boots, and an antique Turkmen necklace? The vintage Pendleton wool coat is less of a statement, more of a frostbite defense. It is not warm lying in the rocks. Not at all.

N: By late winter,  it’s easy to pick out your the most  boring, supporting characters in your wardrobe and put them together any old way because you’e lazy and just want to stay warm.  I’ve been in a total winter-hating mood lately, and instead of  putting another plain-old sweater with jeans, I decided to go on textural over-load.  I paired vintage brocade vest, blue velvet shirt (seen in previous post as a skirt!) and tweed skirt (that’s part of a suit) with my cowboy boots. For warmth I added one more layer of 70’s leather trench coat with awesome lining. It ain’t warm posin’ next to books.

K: We’re both wearing thrifted cowboy boots and beaucoup de statement pieces! It ties together! We’re such good bloggers. Why am I straddling barbed wire? What kind of fucked-up patriarchal imagery is that? (Can we say ‘fuck’? Are we doing that now?)

N: This is the internet.  Of course we can say fuck.  People say and do way worse things on the internet these days.  Mythrifted cowboy boots are from Ariat, and are totes legit cowboy boot. Such a great find. The purple tights are the only non-thrifted part of my outfit. The American Tourister Bag I picked up at a vintage store in Washington D.C.

K: Your purple tights make a memorable color palette with the orange tweed, blue velvet, and taupe. The eye-wateringly bright psychedelic print of my tunic oddly fits with the shape of my Armor Bijoux pendant.

N: I love all the colors in this tunic.  It’s an absolute statement piece, and doesn’t need much else to compliment it. My pieces are mostly staples with great textures. Combining them makes them even more special.  I added 3 necklaces to my textured layers to give them even more depth. A picture necklace made by Carrie Applegate,  vintage silver pendant given to me by a dear friend when I moved to New York, and semi-boring H&M chain to finish out the look.

K: My pictures were taken by Bethany and Anna. Wowzers. I’m sure lucky to have those two pointing their lenses at me.

N: My new friend/co-worker Rylie took my photos the last two weeks.  Hope you all are enjoying pictures outside of my apartment for once!

A week from today, Nicole comes back to Boise for a week of frivolous fashion. Stay tuned.