Dressing the Part

I think it’s time to say goodbye to American Eagle sweatshirts and witty Threadless tshirts. I’m no longer an undergrad, meaning i can’t get away going to the dining hall in my pj pants and university sweatshirt. I need to look like a functioning adult, not a like the squatters who sat in front of the coffee shop on Main Street New Paltz (though it is definitely a more comfortable way of living).

So in honor of realizing that I’ll need some spiffy professional outfits for internships and adult life, here are some wise words from the most fabulously dressed writer in history:

I need to get myself a purple velvet cape