Fashion has been giving me mad thoughts lately, one of which is that The War on Drugs is amazing, like really truly good, like so good that over a year after I first got Slave Ambient it still sounds like space aliens beaming down boss sounds from another galaxy. Like the rolling surf rock drumbeat that explodes into ’80s Springsteen thwacks at the beginning of “Baby Missiles” still makes me think “HECK YEAH.”

But The War on Drugs is transcendentally good. Like a year ago I had the world’s worst ever fashion job in fashion but I got to hear The War on Drugs for the first time, and The War on Drugs is so good that I sometimes wish I were back in that job because it would mean I’d be hearing The War on Drugs for the first time again because even though it’s good now it was even better then.

What this has to do with fashion and this outfit is just like, temporality, man, because this dress is just like-uh that.

Like this dress is really good. Every once in a while I make a little section of my closet where I put the best stuff, including stuff I wear all the time like this black Carven skirt that goes poof and a colorblock Sonia Rykiel dress that makes me look like a cool mom, and some stuff I don’t wear often but that’s just insane to look at like this Comme des Garcons bubblegum pink parachute dress. This dress is in there in a major way and probably will be until the end of time, because every time I wear it I geek out heavy over its weird baggy top and the flowing mullet action and the print, which is a floral print in the same way that, like, Berlin is scenic. 

Since I bought it, I’ve worn it once every weekend, sometimes through the whole weekend, and every time I wear it, it feels like the first time I wore it when I bought it two months ago. And YET!! sometimes I sit around gripped by the absurdly short-sighted nostalgia that grips all millennials, thinking to myself, “I miss two months ago, when I first tried this on in the store and angels and archangels joined together to sing a beatific cover of Egyptian Shumba because this dress rules so hard.” 

These boots are like that too. They were the first thing I bought from Oak and I wore them to frat parties in college and was the Girl With the Boots because they are pretty like portentous for a frat party. Especially in the Ivy League where jeans and straplezz topzz are the order of the day.

I would ask you if you have anything like that in your closet or your life but I don’t have comments on Pizza Rulez because I am afraid of anonymous internet commenters. I cannot afford to let haters keep me off my grind. But if you do have anything like that and you need to talk it out you can always find me on Twizzler or drop me a love note at or stand outside my apartment with a stereo hoisted over your head, playing The War on Drugs.