“It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.”
― Vladimir Nabokov,
Dress: H&M Divided
Shoes: Marks and Spencer
Cardigan: Flying Circus
(Photo by Nike Amistoso of The Electromagnetchick.)
Every so often, I decide not to dress like someone twice my age. Instead, I settle for half.
There’s something about wearing the classics of your childhood that makes you feel like you could reclaim some of that old innocence (despite the fact that we all know it is irrevocably lost). Staples like the patent Mary Jane and bright red hair bow help at least in projecting the girlish image, while a schoolgirl’s satchel lends the look some weight and believability (and is big enough to carry around all of a grown-up’s work staples). A white lace summer dress–because it’s both always and never summer in this country–while cut in a sweet, doll-like A-line, can be daring with its peek-a-boo sheerness, though the addition of a child’s cardigan (and yes, that is actually a child’s cardigan–it was a hand-me-down from my cousins) makes the look coy instead of coquettish–Mellow Mayo instead of “Mona Dahl.”
Pair with cat-eye liner and a berry-red lip (in the vein of Taylor Swift’s Old Hollywood flirtations) and you have a look that encapsulates a nymphet’s fine balance between innocence and its loss, without the overt sexuality that the word “Lolita” has come to symbolize. I know I’ll never get to be a little girl again–and, to be honest, I probably wouldn’t want to–but when dressed like this, I feel enough like one to let some of my world-weariness lift.