Tassels that Rock
Sometimes all an outfit needs to take it from good to awesome is a pair of tassels strapped onto your loafers,
provided, you know, they’re astronaut-chic,
metallic in all their glory and get the opportunity to have an unusual meta-experience, when a photograph of them being photographed is…photographed. World, be reacquainted with Chuck’s hasselblad.
I suppose the meta-experience isn’t necessarily obligatory.
I call this one, “they pinch ma’feet, but I love them.” Guess what TV show that quote hails from and you may or may not win the feet pinchers, I’ll disclaim this though and let you know I am leaning heavily toward may not though…
And alas, the details from up top. There’s just something so special about the way big chunky crystal fancy-pant necklaces sit on and compliments a plaid gray t-shirt, whether there’s a prom reference on said shirt or not. It may even drop from the same school of thought that preaches the combination of evening gowns and leather jackets. Or, you know, sequined pants and tap shoes. Though I think the latter is more about me having been a gay man in another life. Whatever, ultimately, readers, I apologize, the resurgence of trend stories will have to wait. This is just an outfit post.
But hey! In case you hate me, at least you can marvel in this. If ain’t the clothes doing the repelling…maybe, just maybe, it’s the face. Or knees, throwing that out there too. Fine, JK, I have a man friend. He drinks the drop crotch kool-aid. So?