Kidding, guys. I’m totally kidding. While I understand that short of just the last two days, it has been outrageously hot outside and that most people don’t particularly enjoy feeling like they’re walking through a sauna day in and out, I for one kind of love it. The way I see it, I’d much prefer to sweat my nipples off than lose feeling in my finger tips care of a visicious cold front. Frankly, waves shit on fronts and that is probably irrefutable.
The only road block presented here is a fashion thing. Sometimes I just want to wear a navy blue tuxedo jacket (one that obviously includes satin lapels and quirky trim) with cropped, low-rise wool pants, you know? And if not now, when else can I do that, sans over coat, plus a pair of devastatingly open-toe, impractical shoes? Answer: never. Except for maybe that one measly day of Spring that comes mid-April and typically leaves before we’re even aware that it’s come.
I hereby declace that weather and fashion suck in tandem.
Jacket and pants by Acne, muscle tee from Topshop, sandals by Isabel Marant and photos by Naomi Shon–taken in front of one fascinating wall on second street featuring bodiless dolls shooting rainbow beams out of every opening a face holsters. Also, I get that my face is looking unintentionally Snapchat-chic and that my hair is looking even more Fran Lebowitz-esque than usual but as Kate once put it referencing her relationship with cats, “this life chose me and I have no regrets.”