1. If you could style yourself what would be the accoutrements?
2. What is the most interesting fact you know?
In China, buying new clothes is a symbol of starting afresh.
4. Overrated is?
4. If not you then what?
Current/Elliot denim, bike shorts.
5. If you could be worn by anyone, who would you choose?
Taylor Tomasi-Hill. The woman knows a thing or two about how to wear a thing or two.
6. Is there a Taylor Tomasi-Hill dream that you’re working on realizing?
To the tune of “Youth Blood” by Little Jinder and with two minutes on the clock, setting her loose down the clothing aisle of a CVS drugstore and seeing what she comes up with. She’d also be required to take three 10-second dance breaks.
7. Where do you see yourself in twenty years?
Providence, Rhode Island, tucked away on a Goodwill rack.
8. How do you imagine you’d end up there?
A combination of planes, trains, automobiles, drunken nights, jaywalking, luggage gone missing, a misrepresented Carol Channing impersonation, nasty break-ups, the real Carol Channing and a pregnancy scare.
9. Do you have an interesting musing, post Goodwill arrival?
Whiling the day away in the half-off section, next to a putrid, yet classic, oatmeal jumper, when a 14-year-old breaks away from combing the bric-a-brac with her judgmental pack and finds her way to me. She’ll need only take one look at my $15 dollar price tag and know I’m going with her. Upon arrival at home, she will immediately call to her Parisian mother, only to find her pruning tomato plants in the garden. The girl will fling me in her mother’s face, declaring, “Look at what I got!” The mother will smile and remove her soiled gloves, so she can feel my fatigued hide, while simultaneously recounting the life she once had as a promising, young intern at Givenchy before meeting and falling madly in love with the 14-year old’s American — then graduate student, now professor — father. Snapping out of the look back and what could have been, the mother will take a gander at my price tag, quickly followed by a glance at my label aaand… she’s out cold, face-planting into a pruned tomato plant.