You guys know that I’m kind of obsessed with the post-apocalypse. I’m not about to go out on a street corner in NY with a sandwich board sign proclaiming that The End of The World is Near! No my obsession lies more in the fashion choices and fun escape plans.
It started with Mad Max. When I was a kid I was obsessed with the feral children in Beyond the Thunderdome. I wanted to BE one of those kids – leather loin cloth, dreads, dirt and all.
Then when I became a teenager there was Tank Girl. You guys – I smoked those crayon-colored cigarettes for a day because I so badly wanted to be Tank Girl. I couldn’t quite get the hang of smoking so instead I played roller derby for a couple years and wore tube socks on my arms.
And now there’s the more desaturated and sexy post-apocalyptic heroine badass. The influence of these ladies have me dressing in neutral layers, onesies, (faux) fur vests, flannel, and more flannel. They’ve also got me pretending that I’m “in training” as I do P90X in my living room. Now I just need (another) pair of aviators and I’ll be good to go.