Selling my clothes

(and dreams)

I only sell statement pieces.

Statement comes with every piece.

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I’ve started selling my clothes on Vinted (@psmelody16) and writing accompanying fantasies to go with.

These fantasies have something to do with the perfect scenario in which I think you might like to wear them.

I’m milking the Deluzian framework of desire here which states that desire doesn’t work through lack—that’s Freud,—but assemblage.

In other words, you never just desire a beer but you desire to drink a beer with friends on a warm summer evening. And the same is true with clothes.

You don’t just desire to own the 100% silk harlequin print dress (see below) but you desire to be the woman in the 100% silk harlequin print dress leaning across an intimate table laughing oozing mango love juice with an old friend…

(I’m drawn to the idea of doing literary lap dances and this is yet another one. But one in which I hope most of the sex comes from the life-force...)

I’ll be revealing some of my personal assemblages during this process—some real, some imagined—and where real, I’ll give credit to the person who inspired.

I’m hoping these assemblages will genuinely make my clothes more valuable.

I’ll also present the fantasy on a piece of paper and include it with every purchase.

Maybe this could go on my customer’s wall or in my customer’s bottom drawer or in my customer’s diary or in my customer’s bin... I’m hoping, that one day (if I get it right) these could function as simple but delightful reminders of what contentment actually looks like, and feels like… because everyone could do with more of these (these orgies of specificity, that’s a Maggie Nelson way of putting it…)—here’s the first one:

#1 Sexy bistro dress

You’re late for dinner. An old friend you met under strange circumstances has stayed not true to but definitely around you and though it isn’t desperately erotic between the two of you it’s definitely been energetic enough to keep the flame of friendship going across the years… despite distance, despite a lack of mutual friends.

He studied politics and social history through food but now, patting academia firmly away, he’s working in a wine shop and writing. This month he’s writing about the new bistro culture in London and invites you to eat out with him at a restaurant he’s reviewing—you won’t have to pay.

You agree and when the evening comes you honour it. It’s warm again. You’re ready to be an animal in a smart bistro in London (one with a very discreet entrance) and as you eat he tells you (because you asked, because it’s delicious) about some of the details he noticed in various women he saw at the airport last week: a butterfly hair clip, a falling pony tail, a stray hair sticking, a sleepy gown…

And it’s so lovely, so reassuring (and erotic to you, a beautiful woman, in a beautiful dress) that all those details aren’t lost that sometimes a stranger (perfect) collects them and carries them over into the next week to share and savour them in a smart bistro with an old friend—and your neckline, your gorgeous heart’s centre, plunges into your dessert.

(100% silk)

Inspired by Joel Hart ❤️

https://www.vinted.co.uk/member/273948455

From my bedroom to yours,

@psmelody16 x