I’m not going to lie: I get a manicure once a week. It’s a luxury, yes, but for me it’s a necessary one that’s worth the $13 and twenty minutes of dry time. You see, I err on the side of, ahem, nonchalant when it comes to my “look” — I think Kate Moss, you see Courtney Love — so a glossy coat of fresh lacquer is often one of the few things that make my style cohesive. I may not have washed my hair in three days, my lipstick may be smeared and faded, my skirt may be on sideways, but look closely and you will see I’m not just any vagabond. I’m a vagabond with a manicure. It’s very Derelicte, my friends. Keep reading »
