How much longer do you think I can pass off wearing this precise denim shirt from the mens section at American Apparel with these equally precise ripped Paige jeans before you lose all your respect for my “styling capabilities?” (A note about the jeans: I stand behind a very firm denim theory that washing jeans expedites their death and as such have never washed the particular pants in question. That said, however, I have kept them in my freezer, which seems to clean them and bodes rather well in warmer months when the unanimous-our legs can use the aid of an icepack.)
Frankly, I’m aware that masquerading two rather ubiquitous clothing articles with a separate array of outerwear (be they leather jackets, wool blazers, red blazers with pink lapels or a combination of all of the above), footwear, and necklaces can only mask for so long. But maybe I’m just falling into the very thick of what defines my personal style.
Today, the third party aiders (see: fringe jacket, neo-mary jane pumps) confirm that I am taking a page from the Lloyd Christmas (see: Dumb and Dumber and Jim Carrey’s character coming upon Samsonite-branded money and the subsequent purchase of a fringe jacket not unlike the above) book of style. You know what I’m talking about, right?
“Aspen? Ah. California!”
“We landed on the moon!”
No? I searched for the photographic proof-of-semblance but Google failed me hard. Anyway, bye!
Isabel Marant jacket and shoes (thoughts on a white Bekket, people), Paige jeans, American Apparel blouse (it’s a mens S). And if you’re wondering about my hair–I’m not sure why you would be, but there is a chance that you are–it is actually the result of that six-week AG Hair challenge I wrote about yesterday. Oily, bouncy, et al. Speaking of yesterday, I really appreciate all your insigtful feedback on Saint Laurent’s fall collection.