Bad Bitch Boots
Where’d you get that?:
CURRENT MOOD FRANKY PLATFORM BOOTS - DOLLS KILL
People don’t actually ask me where I got these. Instead, they tip me a knowing nod and ask, “Dolls Kill?”
Dolls Kill boots are like pornography — you know ‘em when you see ‘em. Some telltale signs: Chunky. Black. Platform. Heavy-duty. Decked out in hardcore hardware. Kind of obscene, tbh. Dolls Kill boots don’t mess around. Dolls Kill boots will step on your neck and make you beg for more. My Current Mood Franky boots are the tamest of the bunch — I’ll link to some truly wild ones — but for mild-mannered me, they do the trick. I don’t wear them when I want to feel like a bad bitch; I wear them when I KNOW I’m a bad bitch.
I’m obsessed with:
GIANT SAFETY PIN - DAYS OF AUGUST
It is a sad fact of life that women are taught from a young age that their keys can double as a weapon in case of an emergency. I used to carry a leaf keychain that concealed an axe-shaped blade, until I stupidly brought it to a music festival and security confiscated it on sight.
While searching for a replacement, I stumbled upon these giant safety pins from Days of August. Reclaimed from the military, they’re very strong and durable, work great as a key ring, and supply a pop of color. I got one in cheerful, sunny yellow, and though the needle is quite blunt, I imagine that, if wielded with enough force, it has the potential to deal significant damage to an attacker’s eye.
On my wish list:
HEARTY CORSET MIDI DRESS - LIRIKA MATOSHI
I skipped my high school prom in order to participate in a prospective student weekend at a university I didn’t even end up attending. It’s not like I’m plagued with regret, but sometimes I wish I had a fancy prom-esque occasion bookmarked in my calendar so that I’d have an excuse to buy an expensive, resplendent dress like this one. I can just imagine myself twirling in a darkened gymnasium, filmy pink tulle drifting around me… glittering hearts refracting the technicolor delirium of the disco ball… concerned chaperones ushering me aside, disapproving of the corset bust and sheer material, trying to get me to put on a jacket… ah, high school!