What to wear when you're a time-travelling alien hussy who wants to kick ass and kiss lips. Keep your secrets close like lovers and your hair as high as you dreams. Fuck expectations. Fuck the status quo. Fuck how and who you like. Get everything on sale and show off your receipts. Be irritable. Be irrational. Be impatient. This is a nail polish manifesto. This is for queens.
I think it would be nice to be able to wear extravagant hats, and gloves, and all these extravagant clothes and not be on the street and not be mocked for it or questioned why. … If you wear a fantastic hat during the day in the street people say ‘where are you going? why are you dressed like that?’ and it’s maybe the most annoying question in the world. Why do we have to have a reason to dress up or to be glamorous or to have fun? Why do we have to have a reason for it? I hate it when people ask me why. Why not?
— Dita Von Teese (via moonbrains)
