So every time I go shopping, online or in person, I bring along my personal stylist, Restraint. She sounds like a big old poop, but she’s not—in fact, she’ll take you clubbing, and you’ll have a rockin’ time, but the next day you won’t be nearly dead of a hangover and hallucinating that you did it with one of the Ramones. Here’s an example of her type of thinking: Wear a mini-skirt if you want. But don’t wear it with fishnets and platform pumps and a bustier and an MC jacket. With black tights, a fitted blazer and flats, you’re good. Restraint says I can pretty much wear whatever I want, and no single item is off-limits. I just don’t want to look like I’m dressing up like a teenager for Halloween, and Restraint helps me make that determination. What’s more, too much of any single thing on your person at any given time—whether it’s leather, sequins, Lily Pulitzer prints, self-tanner or Swarovski crystals—is no good. This is true for anyone of any age or life stage, but becomes even more important when you get to be a Formerly and can no longer wear wrist loads of bracelets and big hoop earrings and lots of rings without looking like a fortune-teller.
What do You think about My Formerly Hot Life (2010)?
