Dress: Vintage Gunne Sax. Shoes: Steve Madden from Marshalls
Last week my mother and I drove through Pennsylvania and then to Ohio for a series of college visits. We visited small little towns filled with kitschy diners and giant churches. While on this drive we stopped in the town Carlisle where I bought this AMAZING gunne sax dress at this adorable vintage store called Miss Ruth's Time Bomb.  I've been searching for gunne sax dresses for a while but have had no luck because I don't trust etsy vintage after I got a pair of broken vintage doc marten creepers (still crying about that). 
Anyways, this dress is full of spooky 70's stevie nicks vibes. The bust looks like a piece of lingerie and these photos do it no justice. I'm kind of in this kick where summer has transformed me into basically the human form of this summer camp song:

Which in other words means kind of loopy and dreamy minded.

When I found this dress I also thought about Neil Young desert vibes, Paris Texas (the movie), and movie proms. My personal prom was pretty horrible. For large amounts of times I kind of stood in shock while I watched my classmates grind to Gold Digger. Also the food was really terrible and a bunch of kids threw up. I hate the notion that prom is supposed to be totally magical because during my prom I had an anxiety attack and sat through a really bad hypnotism demonstration. 
Where was I going with this?
Oh yeah, desert vibes.
Ever since last summer when I went to New Mexico my aesthetic has focused largely on desert induced reveries. The desert is composed of visions of loveliness juxtaposed by dreads of desolation so pangs of desert nostalgia can come from pretty much anything, including and especially the way this dress floats when you wear it.
My nostalgia for the desert comes in powerful pangs that don't last all that long but come quite frequently. Soon this desire to go back will leave me and I'll be back in school. Isn't that nice?