a family can be a loving businessman, a soap opera star with an ambiguous accent, an ex-socialite, a vet, a flustered hipster, his business partner, a deadpan motel employee, and a bunch of wigs
“At any rate, I think my love of clothes has at least partly to do with my love of detail. Lots of writers have been clothes horses and dandies - Proust, Oscar Wilde, Baudelaire, Colette all come to mind…even Emily Dickinson in her white muslin dresses or Ivy Compton-Burnett with her diamond brooches and severe Victorian black. Poring through racks of vintage clothes or obsessing over just the right shade of sky-blue or violet satin for the lining of a black jacket stems from exactly the same impulse that makes me tinker happily with a sentence all afternoon, changing adjectives and moving clauses around until it’s just right. Then, too: I so enjoy looking at other people’s clothes that it seems only proper to take a little care with my own. As Isabella Blow so famously said: “My style icon is anyone who makes a bloody effort.””
— Sensitive and Powerful: An Interview with Donna Tartt by Florence Welch featured in Rookie Yearbook Four edited by Tavi Gevinson, 2015
for me tender is a very loaded word like it’s quite different from softness…softness is clean and light like cotton…tenderness is softness in the face of pain and shame it’s like that one quote “ I don’t want your love unless you know i am repulsive,and love me even as you know it”… softness is a form of innocence and tenderness is a form of grace…a lightness that can only be present as a result of time/experience and requires memory as a binding force
Did you not realize you were gay till you got to Portland? Yes. It was actually embarrassing and looking back, like, not to stereotype pictures, but straight bowl cut, cut the sleeves off everything, didn’t wear a shirt till I was twelve.
