IF I EVER TRICK ANYONE INTO LOVING ME FOREVER

or have any other excuse to wear a fancy white dress as though it’s a perfectly normal, not-creepy-at-all thing to do (any quinceñearas or first communions coming up?), I will either wear…

this extremely short bell-sleeved thing that I saw in New York magazine a few years ago and will never determine the origin of.

this slightly gothy shift from Bona Drag, which apparently necessitates black lipstick for reasons I don’t fully understand but will comply with.

an assortment of nonchalant white garments layered over one another, because why not, a la Kate Moss (childlike hair included).

… and a cropped white leather biker jacket over one of the above, because duh (this one is from Allsaints).