She enjoyed the pleather dress. It worked. It reads sort of like a pink Morticia moment but it’s not what she would’ve picked for everyday. This look isn’t about “this is who she is,” it’s about letting her inhabit the costume seeing what happens. Cracked pavement. This is still her neighborhood.
Lily got bummed about how makeup artists sometimes react to her jewelry. They try to cover it. “Oh no, don’t take it out. Dab dab.” What? No. Don’t hide it. Don’t apologize for it. Either it stays or goes, but what the hell.













