Everything is second hand

Wearing this outfit I hate myself that I am reminded the inescapable discussion on Lana Del Rey’s authenticity, or rather her lack of. Because, yeah, musicians are always authentic and in no way have they ever cashed in on playing with ideas of authenticity and identity, and in no way does a musician’s persona change overnight ever, right? This era is the era of authenticity in which no one online cultivates a persona that is drastically different from their faces behind screen, and in no way is a play on persona vs. identity ever interesting when played on it so see-through. And also, did you know? Having a set of identities with a set of various aesthetics is totally phony because there’s only one rigid template for one person ever to fit in, and you can all judge it by its superficial cover while you try to figure out your own identity yourself.

What are you but a sad variant of and already sad and phony Holden Caulfield, internet? Oh, internet.

Daily internet hatred aside, I felt obliged to google old pin-up hairdo’s the other day and I came across a super easy tutorial of victory rolls which basically just entails rolling your hair up and setting it with bobby pins. Naturally, I immediately went about with this hairdo, a zebra printed mini-skirt, this mohair cardigan, a bra and red lipstick to scrub my floors while singing along to some Motown, because that’s what you do. Since that day I only felt a stronger urge to dress up older and older and so I got out this dress which I once found caked with dust on the bottom of a trunk while at the flee-market. I hardly ever wear it, but I love it so much. I love the bright buttons, and the cut and that little bow tie and how damn old it must be, and just also the fact that I found it caked with dust on the bottom of the trunk. It was so romantic, it’s almost like the start of a really generic indie flick.