Hello my sweet POD girls,

December is here and that means gorgeous, stunning, one of a kind vintage is also here. I’ve been settling into my new apartment in Chicago and feel rejuvenated, inspired, and fresh like a newly tilled crop ready to soak in the bounty of earth’s resources. And if you’ve been up to date on this blog: that is quite the turn of events. After a year (or two) of what kindly could be addressed as a “rough patch,” I got my affairs in order and changed my life in a way that satisfied both my credulous optimism and practical skepticism. So far: a blissful success.

I look forward to waking up and initiating my little routine: smothering Kenzo with kisses, twisting my limbs in a long and wide stretch, booting up my espresso machine, and enjoying an almond milk latté in the sublime silence. The walls of my brain feel freshly painted, gears newly oiled, all cylinders firing! POD is so back, and in the spirit of resurrections, I’m demanding we BRING SEXY BACK TOO.

I won’t go into the details of my passionate disdain for tiktok tradwifery or the politics behind the rowification of fashion trends, but the whole boarded up, prudish protracting of anti-sexy sentiment is really lame. My December collection, and really every collection I release for POD, is a declaration for the sexy and fun and promiscuous; the dangerous, the spirited, and the curious!

The POD girl values her freedom: she falls in love recklessly, attracts spectacle, challenges authority, pushes boundaries, questions her surroundings, and takes everything she does very very seriously…because down in the darkest and deepest cracks where the humming beat of mortality sleeps, she knows that this will all be a wrap one day.

So show a titty once in a while. Wear a fun sequin skirt on a Monday at your desk job. Cop an attitude. Say NO with your entire chest. Play your little games and dance until you’re dizzy. This is your permission slip.