Selling you my clothes
(and dreams)
I’m offering my clothes to you here with accompanying fantasies.
These fantasies have something to do with the scenario in which I think you’d like to wear them.
I’m going to be milking the Deluzian framework of desire here which does not formulate desire as lack (that would be Freud’s thinking,) but instead as “assemblage”.
In other words you don’t just desire a beer, but you desire to drink a beer with friends on a warm summer evening...
This is also true with clothes.
You don’t simply desire the 100% silk harlequin-print dress (see below), 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…
As I sell my clothes here I’ll be revealing some of my personal assemblages (some real, some imagined).
I’m hoping they could genuinely make my clothes more valuable.
As they become more convincing, more compelling (and cosy…) I’ll write this accompanying fantasy on a pretty piece of paper for you to keep folded in a pocket or attached to your bedroom wall like a manifestation spell.
If you’re not interested in buying clothes or receiving quotidian visions of hope (peace, and love) please alter your Tilly settings here.
First item for sale:
#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 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 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 in a smart bistro with an old friend and your neckline, your gorgeous heart’s centre, plunges into your dessert.
100% silk, £50
Look at this dress on my born today Vinted page
Here⬇️
This is soooo good