Am I eligible to join FarmersOnly.com yet, or what?
I know what you’re thinking but don’t worry, guys. I’ve cut my hair approximately six more times since these photos were taken. I’ve also started to use my left eye again (driving with a comb-over is more difficult that one might imagine) and perhaps most importantly, I’ve stopped tucking my chin into my neck, period.
Moving on: Here is what I look like in burgundy corduroy overalls and bright pink single sole pumps. Calling them comfortable would be ambitious and dramatic but they do make my ankles look like they belong to baby deers, which is pretty neat and nice.
Just because I put a shirt around my waist does not necessarily mean that you must do the same but should you feel compelled, it’s important that you remember to unbutton that little critter before wrapping, thus covering your behind in totality. The Victorian style blouse is actually not optional (how else do you expect to compliment corduroy?) but I would recommend one that doesn’t button up the back. You know why? Because putting it on is hard and lonely and frustrating and if you’re single, it’s also just a reminder of that.
Finally, here’s a really stupid gif.
Cinema credits: Isabel Marant blouse, Confezioni Crosby overalls, American Apparel denim shirt, Jimmy Choo pumps, Edie Parker minaudiere. Photos by Naomi Shon, and the smile is by a combination of genetic failures, care of my mom and dad. Also, guys, do you still like these personal style pieces in spite of the Instagram selfies (hash tag: redundancy), or are we moving closer toward more of those article reactions and think-pieces? Tell me what’chu want.
