I finally got this vintage pleat dress back from Yasmina recently and I couldn’t wait to get back into it. I wore this outfit to a wedding a while ago, all of it except for the heels. These heels hold sentimental value as they were the first thing I bought when I moved to Doha, because I needed to numb the homesick feelings that had begun to surface fast. And despite the wonderful memory they give me, short-lived outfit posts are most likely the only place I will wear them, because the arch is so ridiculously high (for some reason it doesn’t photograph that way), that I can’t walk five steps without an ensuing cramp shooting up past my ankles. I’d love for you to believe I defy gravity, but alas. On the plus side, I am guaranteed its luxurious leather hide soles will never really get scuffed from being stepped on and I can always stroke it for comfort if ever I feel particularly creepy.
While I believe in investing in pieces of quality that you will actually wear often, I’ve also grown to accept that I collect shoes, leather jackets, vintage pieces and headwear that I most likely will not wear much, for the simple reason that they are works of art, and my collection is but an ongoing exhibition for myself that I am continuously growing. As cheesy as that may sound, I collect because so many of these items are just so aesthetically pleasing in their design, their materials, their architecture, that it is often enough for me to admire.
Some call it hoarding, I call it curating.
Mom’s silk scarf, Prada Baroque shades from Sunglass Hut, Vintage pleated dress, Zara trench coat, Bershka heels, Zara trapeze bag, YSL Volupté Shine Lipstick in 4 Rouge in Danger.