Shelly Gross is a blogger, fashion editor and one of the most fabulous human beings I've met in real life. Not only is her style sharp as a knife, her musical taste right on and her writing ever so brilliant, she also has that certain je ne sais quoi about her, which you can just sense. I'm delighted to have you over, Shelly, and I hope my translation did your post justice. -Chedva
Any one who's ever been in therapy that was actually worth anything knows that when getting stuck in a rut of fears of the future or constant wallowing in the past Is a sign for no good. All we have is the present.
Apparently, my wardrobe is in excellent mental health.
It contains, of course, some "not new at all" items, as Michelle Obama likes to say (the tags are still attached, but I bought them a month ago, which makes them technically un-new), or even some twenty-years old ones that have experienced different apartments, crushes, loves, a wedding and two kids. I wear them all.
White shirt: I bought this shirt in 1995 (she will celebrate her sweet sixteen this year) in London. I was 23, I wore a size 27 Levis and thought an oversized shirt with black leggings and high boots is exactly what I need.
Leather jacket: My boyfriend got me this jacket for our first anniversary. This was November, 13 years ago. We lived in a laundry room which was converted to a two-bedroom apartment looking over Rembrandt Street in Tel Aviv. I wonder what he's going to get me this year.
Jazz shoes: Those are only 2 years old, but this style accompanies me ever since second grade. Bloch dance shoes that I bought at Isradance [a dance-wear shop, b.b] and had soles attached to them by a cobbler so we could swallow the miles together.
