Another fashion blog. Sort of.
There are monsters everywhere. They’re under our beds. They’re in our stories. They’re in my closet.
Sometimes, the discussion will be monsters, full-stop. On other occasions, I’ll ramble on about consumption and consumerism. Precious few other times, there will be full-on screaming at the internet about my closet. Sometimes you will be tricked into thinking a post is about clothes when it’s really about monsters. Other times, I’ll lure you in with pretty clothing flat-lays for a discussion on capitalism. On the rarest of occasions, the sartorial and monster will meet in the most obvious of ways. Do monsters wear clothes? No really. Do they? Why? What do we clothe them in aside from our fears?
You’ve been warned. Here there be monsters.
“It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another.”
Mary Shelley, Frankenstein, Second Norton Critical Edition, 102
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