It’s one of those dreams that’s about as banal as it gets.
First I’m carefully planning the different neighborhoods and places I have to visit to run errands. Then I go run those errands.
It’s fun to revel in the quotidian, though, isn’t it?
vintage coat / Everlane shirt / Altuzarra skirt / The Row sunglasses / Martin Margiela boots / Brother Vellies purse
Scaling cliffs in a sandy wasteland world.
One cliff leads to an expansive plateau but other cliffs seem to lead nowhere.
The silence is odd, as if I’ve turned off the sound in the world.
Haider Ackermann top / Rick Owens skirt
I’m shopping for vases in my dream.
I never seem to have enough vases. I can always use another size or shape, so I’m always on the lookout for a new perfect vessel. Inevitably, vase shopping pops up in my dreams, reminding me to swing by the thrift store (one of my favorite sources) to see if there’s anything good to fill out my collection.
In my dream, I’m waiting in Golden Gate Park for the party bus, wearing my favorite blue denim dress. We’re going to go party, clearly.
Marques Almeida dress / Oscar de la Renta shoes / The Row sunglasses
