Let's skip the the bullshit and get down to it. Today, it snowed. Might I add that it was just yesterday that I wore a pleather skirt with bare legs, my unshaven leg hairs blowing in the brazen high 68ยบ winds. Mother nature, why do you lie to me like that, why.
But, in lieu of the happy memories resurfacing of the grand times me, my bare legs and that $16.00 Zara navy crop sweater I scored last week in New York (woo-friggen-hoo), I have chosen to take the road less traveled. Yes, the road of optimistic and opportunistic avail. Which is why I have risen above and viewed this "delay" in advent of warmer months as only a minor setback, if even opportunity to wear a suit...of sorts.
I love 'em. So much so that I've been inspired to imitate an updated pantsuit. Because Black Polyester x Black Nylon can often be such a stale collaboration, challenge the outdated with what could be your best kept weapon: leather pants, preferably of the motorcycle variety.
And so, I did just that. Likely in your toolbox of handy dandy WMDs are dirty white sneakers and an unsuspecting sweater, preferably one with an unidentifiable animal or abstract design festooning your shoulders and forearms. And so, if that can't revive the deadpan of a pantsuit with an outsourcing of teen spirit, what can.
Vintage blazer, Flying Tomato sweater, Silence + Noise vegan leather pants, Comme des Garcons Play Converse sneakers.
But then again, what do I know.
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