Conjecture your own theories here.
Well, how timely would this have been had it surfaced yesterday. From Stockholm Streetstyle, taken last week in Paris just before the Kenzo show. I remember the oil glazing out of my hair. I’d been in Paris four days but had yet to wash it, (this is precisely why I take grooming products for my mane so seriously.) The only salvation point on a road to looking somewhat presentable were little clips at the front of my hair, some (un)grooming cream.
Ultimately, I looked twelve years old. In some cultures that is not man-repelling at all.
Per the outfit, see my Nike Blazers, dry legs. The skirt is from Ba&sh (one of the diminishing few French boutiques still indigenous to Europe; in some capacities globalization sucks rhino-ass.)
The long sleeve t-shirt is Comme des Garcons Play and though I know $155 is a shitload for cotton, there is something to be said about the high volume of wears most expensive-inexpensive-looking garb warrants. Investing in clothes you’ll wear almost daily is never irresponsible. Paper bags on the other hand, another story.