It makes sense because I’m from the Bronx where even tough guys with fitteds have giant glittering crosses on their necks and are all tatted up with weeping virgins and rosary beads around their biceps. It's a place where religion and hedonism are as simultaneously trendy as they are in kool manhattan clubs. It's a wonderland of botanicas and ugly religious lawn statues. Everyone goes to Catholic school because the public schools suck and whether you're Irish, Italian, or Spanish you have a little grandma who has a little room with a bunch of little saintly trinkets and palm from Palm Sunday five years ago.
Anyway that's why when I saw this skirt on etsy I was gagging. It looks like something a pope in drag would wear or a tablecloth at a church dance/an old wedding veil/aka everything that I'm about. It's all ripped up too so it makes me feel like a ghostly bride.
Mattie's sunglasses, vintage top and skirt from etsy, vintage chain purse from Beacon's Closet
These are some pictures I've taken in my hood in the past year for some Catholic vibes.