What I’m going to look like all spring.

What I’m going to look like all spring.

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Leather jackets + Photo Booth = questionable diagnostic replacement for a Rorschach test

Leather jackets + Photo Booth = questionable diagnostic replacement for a Rorschach test

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Well that just makes my jacket look like a giant leather labia.

Well that just makes my jacket look like a giant leather labia.

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Hammered lamb from Crust. I’m right on the borderline between an XS and a S, but I’d rather go small and stretch this shit out. Now, I feel obliged to wear nothing but this for the next month or so. Next on the list: some new fucking pants.

Hammered lamb from Crust. I’m right on the borderline between an XS and a S, but I’d rather go small and stretch this shit out. Now, I feel obliged to wear nothing but this for the next month or so. Next on the list: some new fucking pants.

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Hammered lamb; or, drunk mutton; or, a new thing to love. (Taken with instagram)

Hammered lamb; or, drunk mutton; or, a new thing to love. (Taken with instagram)

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Look who got his spending-too-much-on-shit-he-doesn’t-need-ass on the BLACK Comme des Garçons store blog.

Look who got his spending-too-much-on-shit-he-doesn’t-need-ass on the BLACK Comme des Garçons store blog.

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Shitty camera, awesome shoes. Grabbed these Phillip Lim shoes (boots? creepers?) in preparation for tomorrow’s flight to New York. Please, for the love of god, please don’t let “wintry mix” happen again. Not only is it a completely idiotic name for precipitation, it also sucks massive balls.

Shitty camera, awesome shoes. Grabbed these Phillip Lim shoes (boots? creepers?) in preparation for tomorrow’s flight to New York. Please, for the love of god, please don’t let “wintry mix” happen again. Not only is it a completely idiotic name for precipitation, it also sucks massive balls.

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Gratuitous Picture of Yourself From Several Days Ago Wearing a Blazer That You Love That Will Kill You Because You Have to Wait 6 Months to Buy It

Gratuitous Picture of Yourself From Several Days Ago Wearing a Blazer That You Love That Will Kill You Because You Have to Wait 6 Months to Buy It

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Tax refund, bitches. I’m going to stimulate the fuck out of this economy.

Tax refund, bitches. I’m going to stimulate the fuck out of this economy.

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Do I? Don’t I? Should I? Shouldn’t I? Will I? Won’t I?

Do I? Don’t I? Should I? Shouldn’t I? Will I? Won’t I?

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Junya Watanabe Fall 2007 boiled wool perfecto
I need you in my life, baby.

Junya Watanabe Fall 2007 boiled wool perfecto

I need you in my life, baby.

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Zana makes me feel so vain. But I’m not. I promise.
I had met Connie at the Chictopia office and the two of us decided to stop by Harputs to check in on Zana. I had been looking for a statement piece while resisting my ever-present urge to purchase more black and gray. As you can tell from this photo, though, I failed miserably.
I can’t believe what a ridiculously good deal this thing was. Constructed from a lightweight polyester/wool blend crepe, the “Swacket”, as the good folks of Harputs call this wonderful little Franken-garment, basically answers what I ask whenever I wake up: “What do I wear today?” There was a thicker double-faced wool version that was far out of my price range. But I wasn’t really looking for a big heavy coat anyway. The dropped sleeves, over-sized body, and intricate pattern basically means I can turn it upside-down, flip it in crazy ways; I like to think I spend more time playing with this jacket than just “wearing” it.
Also, Zana has pictures of Connie’s monster gloves. Please click and please drool.
(photo via Garbage Dress)

Zana makes me feel so vain. But I’m not. I promise.

I had met Connie at the Chictopia office and the two of us decided to stop by Harputs to check in on Zana. I had been looking for a statement piece while resisting my ever-present urge to purchase more black and gray. As you can tell from this photo, though, I failed miserably.

I can’t believe what a ridiculously good deal this thing was. Constructed from a lightweight polyester/wool blend crepe, the “Swacket”, as the good folks of Harputs call this wonderful little Franken-garment, basically answers what I ask whenever I wake up: “What do I wear today?” There was a thicker double-faced wool version that was far out of my price range. But I wasn’t really looking for a big heavy coat anyway. The dropped sleeves, over-sized body, and intricate pattern basically means I can turn it upside-down, flip it in crazy ways; I like to think I spend more time playing with this jacket than just “wearing” it.

Also, Zana has pictures of Connie’s monster gloves. Please click and please drool.

(photo via Garbage Dress)

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Twenty-something tribal mystic who only wants a few things in life. Self-indulgent, self-narrating, self-effacing.

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