"Today, Dunst is clad in a striped A.P.C. shirt and a Balenciaga skirt she bought the day before at Barneys (“I didn’t shop for a long time — people bother you”), an attempt, she says, to inject a little more maturity into her wardrobe. “I’m currently cleaning out my closet of childish dresses. I want to start dressing like I’m 30. Some of the things I have are like, I can’t wear this anymore, it’s not cute."
Kirsten Dunst, I understand you. Imagine what it’s like for me, living close to the ever-tempting, ever-juvenile, largest Forever 21 on the eastern seaboard!
(via elisabethdonnelly)
The other day, I was desperately trying to find some lace up boots that fit very specific requirements (I eventually settled on these), and to my horror, I discovered my ‘favorites’ list on Zappos was still full of twee as fuck manic pixie dream girl shoes that I’d added to my wish list five years ago — which would have been right around the time I turned 30 and decided that I needed to upgrade my look a little, but hadn’t quite embraced the whole “I live in NYC and wear nothing but black leggings and tunics and long flowy scarves” thing.
Relatedly, I haven’t talked about this much here, but I’ve dropped a few dress sizes this year (crossing the [terrifying] gulf between plus and straight women’s sizes) and I recently had to completely flush my wardrobe of about 80% of my clothes. This was also good time to get rid of all the overly cutsey stuff that still lingered. No point in hanging on to my fat indie rock fangirl duds for posterity.
(Source: The New York Times, via elisabethdonnelly)
