batik 2.0. Because version 1.0 came about a year ago… but during a recent bout of some stereotypical spring cleaning this batik bustier saw its (rather inevitable) resurrection.
Fact is, I am somewhat of a fashion hoarder. Incapable of throwing out clothes of which I envision a future (however distant it may be). A personality trait which has caused a few dilemmas while moving countries (thrice).
But the thing is, I love resurrecting clothes. I may grow tired of them one year, only to find myself swooning all over them again one, two… (ten?) years later. Take this (pretty much entire) outfit.
A batik bustier (fished out of my mother’s 80s wardrobe), an original pair of Ray-Bans (again courtesy of dear mom’s 80s awesomeness), my boarding-school blazer (which goes to show that good clothes do last), Armani trousers from my finance years, and a ripping Juicy Couture cherry-t underneath (which is totally inline with my current disintegrating-tshirt love)… all items previously forgotten, only to be (re)treasured.