work it

New job, new sense of urgency to dress like a grown-up.

Cowl-neck dress, H&M; belt, vintage; tights, DKNY; boots, Enzo Angiolini.

Additional acessories: the completely raspy and hoarse voice I'm sporting at the tail end of a soul-crushingly crappy cough and cold, which will hopefully make me sound more like Lauren Bacall and less like Harvey Fierstein.

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