In effort to further my support in revitalization of a more recent era ( see: The Revival), I found myself chasing after a more collegiate look in recent months as graduation into a higher level of expertise in my education is a mere three years away. In search of a piece that would master this look, I ventured far into the depths of the interweb and later the dark corners of a neighboring vintage shop. It promised a unique and devoutly authentic take on the original varsity jacket as opposed to the appreciated yet commercialized visage of Forever 21 and Urban outfitters. However, upon browsing the large shop to little avail I discovered originality came with a price, such a price that my dwindling sitters fund would not allot.
In a state of frustration I slyly mentioned to my father of my current disarray, 3 weeks later a package from my Aunt with my name on it arrived on mah doorstep. The contents became the pride and joy of both my father and my existence. In my heart I knew my dad was proud that the son he never had was sporting his now 30 year old varsity jacket displaying his previous ability to take part in physical activity including not only three varsity sports but a Playboy patch to match,yay assonance.
Thrifted tee, denim shirt from some sketchy Asian web store, floral pants via a forever 21 type store in Cabo San Lucas, Rampage flats,Varsity jacket from...well you should have figured it out by now.
It retains an authenticity that money simply cant buy in its rancid smell, torn seams and scratched leather sleeves.In essence, I was kind of in love as the possibilities seemed endless in their unconventional capabilities. Just think, leather or maybe even floral skirts, dainty trousers or shredded denim. My heart seemed to leap with joy and continues to leap till this very day(kay I'll admit that was corny even for...me)
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