I’m tired, y’all. So this was the best I got–your uncle at a family party. Wednesday is the last day of classes. Advertisements
I found myself utterly exhausted, so I chose the most subversive red/white/blue I could think of.
Not every day can be a goddamn fashion fiesta, y’all. We gotta keep it simple sometimes.
What do you wear on your thirty-fifth birthday? A Shakespearean ruff, a brocade vest, and general fanciness. I can’t believe I’m thirty-five, y’all. I can’t believe I’m home again.
Today was the first day of Victorian Britain and the World for the fall, and it involved a maroon waistcoat, maroon trousers, a tuxedo jacket, and maroon fedora. It was a good day.
This is a much more standard look for me.
After 10 days in California, I’m back and teaching. This was a great dramatic return to place and professoring.