by connie wang



I blog here for funsies. I blog at Refinery29 for realsies.



Also, I tweet sometimes if you're into that kind of thing.
Without risk there is no art. Where there is no reckless display of love, there is no risk of embarrassment and no threat of rapture or genius. Dangerous flights of personal taste can be a great investment, if you have the courage of your convictions; great fashionistas often look crazy in pursuit of the sublime. To be too sane is to mark time in a purgatory of nice sweaters. Why endure such boredom? Cintra Wilson, personal demigod.