About 5 years ago I picked up an informal guest-writer position on a style news blog. I submitted four articles and bowed out because the lady who ran the blog turned out to be weirdly passive aggressive and I simply don't get down with that. Point being - of the four posts I'd written, one of them was about Jen Brill.
Jen Brill, if you aren't acquainted, is.. well.. to be very open I'm still not entirely certain what it is she does exactly. But the reason for this post is to give props to the copious amounts of panache this woman possesses so who gives a shet.
To me, JB is an eternal bad girl. From her questionable dating choices (TERRY RICHARDSON?) to the looks of downright dissatisfaction in 89% of photos she's in, I definitely get some scary-crazy vibes but in the way that's more "teach me your ways" than "what are you on..?" Her hair seems to never undergo more than a wash and a tousle (I can identify), her lips and nails are always painted red, and at first glance, she seems to only shop secondhand. Which isn't entirely untrue except that her thrifted goods are heavily curated and usually well-preserved designer. As effeminate as her wardrobe is, something about her is still undeniably androgynous. She's beautiful and threatening but not threateningly beautiful.
I always admire a woman who carries herself with conviction. Her style is sometimes frumpy and loud but ever eccentric and unique. And who's gonna tell her otherwise? To wit, she wore purple tights with red platform pumps..... and I'm not even mad (see last photo.)