Casket-Attire

what to wear for your next death

The year of the Horse is the breathe of the Snake’s death.

I attended so many of my own funerals last year that I had to start RSVPing “no” to the e-vites. In true rebirth fashion (no pun intended), I became both the afterlife and the casket; the vessel that holds all my shedding is also, me too.

“10 things I find chic”: burial style.

All of these findings are what I would adorn myself during the self-hospice visits. Both ethereal and equally subterranean, you’ll discover that the below suggestions can be applied to any stage of your life’s existence.

I feel insanely vulnerable with any new style of expression, but ironically, being vulnerable has only created that much more magnanimity for me. Thank you for reminding me that this too is an exhale. Today’s subby is a list-style piece. A pregnancy that has decided its due date is today. And you know what, you just can’t choke on the divine calling of your water breaking.

You’ll swallow yourself whole.

A mini curated collection (just 5 things), if you will, of how to dress yourself in the next coffin.

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1. Wearing a heart-locket around your neck that carries whatever you’ve been hiding. You already know what it is; it’s severely calculated and talks to you in your sleep. For example, I want to share more fashion “content” (what else do we call this?). This would normally turn me into ashes immediately, but now, I want nothing more than to nuture it’s reincarnation. I’m thinking something like this. What do you want to place inside your locket of desire this year? Can you flaunt it? Wear while being caressed by hot sprinkles in the shower? It’s vital that you try to style whatever this concealed hobby, lifeforce, thing is. “What you seek is hiding in the places you avoid. Turn toward your shadow- it’s the beginning of becoming whole.” Carl Jung

   
   

2. Dousing yourself in a signature scent of resurrection. Death is an obtrusive fragrance- do yourself a favor and decorate whatever is dying right now with a new aroma. Or does aura work better here? I think this is your year to smoke a different incense of yourself. This can look like using a new font for your IG stories, getting up earlier to write the fucking Substack, or committing to walking into a room differently (just for the experiment of it). All of this creates a swirling, sensationally colorful trail wherever you go. You linger long after you’ve gone. You reside in your friend’s sweaters after a haven’t-seen-you-in-awhile hug. This is the perfect way to sample what this could smell like if you don’t know where to begin.

3. Rolling into a grave with nothing but the earth itself (like this dress). I think a dress stands for a single message. An anchor, if you will, maybe it’s the manifestation of a “my word of the year,” but it breathes a stance. My personal stance this year is to have fun at all costs. That’s the dress I’m wearing. If you had to dance in one elongated fabric, what would it be? What feels edgy to be seen in? That’s the point of the dress; it doesn’t evaporate mid-air. Dresses require substance. What are the silks and cottons that make up your rebirth? I find that mine are art, films, writing, being anywhere but social media, and roaming aisles of produce.

4. Okay- not something you’re technically wearing, but your energy is styling it for you. I like to think of this coffin category as your “micro-dose.” It’s the thought/feeling feedback loop that is unconsciously creating the kaleidoscope around you. The stars listen to your internal conversations; they manifest and become the planet you walk on. To be completely honest, my heart has been closed off to myself for a very long time. I’ve had a genetic helex of self-loathing for who knows how many generations. Despite despite all the love that punctures my masonry. I collect brick & mortar spaces on Pinterest for inspiration, but I have yet exhaled into loving my own building material. I want to feel my heart again. It starts by feeling love for the sake of it first. This helps.

5. A bag that signifies a return to yourself. The other day, I was pondering on the thrown-out idea that you need to live your truth. That’s a lot of pressure, no? To know the entirety of what feels like your origin without 50 more years to back it up. To act as if your truth isn’t fractured into microscopic particles, and to glue it all together as a single form of expression. I think you’re always finding your truth. Find relief in it’s coiled design of crisp edges, intricate stone-walls, trimmed hedges that cuffs your questions of “what’s next.” A clutch holds you all together. If you really want to know about the truth of a woman, find out what’s in her bag. Trinkets, payment methods, and (hopefully) a notebook. How are you becoming your own purse in 2026? Parts of you need stiched comparments-complimentary to the hidden zipper for your most treasured contradictions. Physically, I think this bag will do.

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Tonight, Wednesday, at 4pm PST. Can’t make it? A replay will be sent out.

I would love to get silly/serious with you about the power of what a real reply culture can do for your business and microcosmic life.

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