I buy a lot of books, and can hardly ever let any go (I buy even more books now that I have a kindle, because if it's cheap on there I get it, and then if i love it I buy it again in paper form). What's even worse (or better, depending on your opinions of space) is I have a really bad habit of buying several copies of the same book. If it's languishing somewhere used for five dollar or under, it's coming home with me.
I can justify it often though, because of the different covers. First of all, I hate the cliché 'don't judge a book by it's cover', because while I know that authors rarely have control over what actually ends up encasing their work, sometimes you just have to turn a book over because of the cover, staring up at you in strangely inconsistent oblivion. When I'm loafing around the bookstore 90% of the reason I pick up a random book for it's cover (the rest is the title), so you know, you have to judge a book by something, really.
But getting back to different covers, I really love collecting several versions of favorite tomes. Partly because it's so pleasing to arrange them in tableau somewhere, but it's also somehow about all the different things a certain book can be. What's really frustrating is when I see a book cover that really strikes my fancy and then I cannot find it anywhere. There is a specific copy of The Unbearable Lightness of Being I am really hoping to find someday, but so far I'm bereft.
I love looking at book covers. I love staring at them, looking for them, thinking about them, arranging them together or alone, and sometimes, I like dressing like them. Inspired by the color comparisons of Miss Moss, I've been thinking I should share the outfits and book covers side-by-side.
Hopefully this is the start of a little series I'd like to do, but I can be a bit flakey when it comes to committing to things in succession. It's only that I've felt myself getting a bit tired looking at street style blogs and catalogs for my inspiration, because often in the end I still feel a little bit of 'well, it's not quite as good as the original, I had to make do you see'. If I'm not dressing as a character in a book, I might as well dress like the book itself.
Wearing the Book: St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves
Dress: J. Crew, Shoes: Urban Outfitters, Cardigan: J. Crew, Tote: fieldguided
I wrote about this book once before, and my love for it is still just as strong and jealous as it was then. I've accumulated another copy of the above cover (one is signed—I wanted to die of excitement when that happened) and another of the UK paperback version. I almost used the latter, but it's a bit more tan and warm looking than the one I've gone with, and there is no reason why I can't use it later.
I don't want this project to be about dressing like the things on the cover of the book, so I've not done my hair like the little wolfette there, and though I thought a reference to the titular story would have been clever with a pair of penny loafers (when I read the line about not chewing on your loafers in it, I thought about how I was keeping myself from doing that very same thing all the way through my uniformed school-days in knee socks) something about the fusty-ness of wingtips goes better, somehow, with the typeface on the book.
I ended up with the other outfit items in a similar way. The dress, in real life, matches the base color of the book perfectly, and has little red dots mirroring the hidden red text of the title, and the little in her dress, and all of that. I relied on my hair for the browns, and another beloved fieldguided tote for the dreamy strangeness I associate with my favorite kinds of stories.