Candyland

Candyland was a total impulse buy, as so many are.

I was hanging out with my sisters (to whom I take this opportunity to send kisses) in San Francisco, and Candyland basically attacked me out of nowhere, jumping on my back and refusing to get off until I agreed to take it home with me.

I tried to fight it.

But in the end, I couldn't resist.

Bell sleeves have that power over me.

I wish I could remember the name of the store. I like to recognize the nicely vintaged among us.

Candyland has only emerged from my closet a couple of times (once for a bachelorette party, and once for a regular party, but the regular party was after work, so I ended up wearing it to work, which in retrospect is probably actually pretty inappropriate). It's just so... much.

And there's just so... much of it.

If only I worked in a candy store, I could wear it every day and fit right in.

Or if only I was in Cibo Matto.

All photos by Claire Loeb!