tara rode her bicycle over to my house last night and brought me freshly baked coconut chocolate chip banana bread. we talked about hobos and beauty and garage sale treasures. like her golden onesie. one of those finds that you so immediately identify with that when you slip it on it’s like you are home.
she wore it to the trainyard last week with a fur coat, as a costume for me to take photographs of. and she wore it out for coffee the next morning. she was also spotted out for dinner in her furs and rouge… and at the bar… and she wore it to my mother’s party. anna has said that tara dresses in costumes… in themes… in eras. her fashions are not drawn from the stars… though she is influenced, “fashion is art, and therefore a recycling of finite materials into infinite creations, with the body as canvas” she does not limit her influence to the present space or time… she travels time and continents but generally she is more innately dictated. she wears what she feels until she doesn’t feel it anymore.