day three

a little bit blur-blur, but that's whatcha get for stalking your own street style photos i'm kinda into it.
three notes on said outfit:
1. fashion week is the only excuse time to break out of my comfort zone strictly monochome palette.
2. snapping up the kenzo tiger sweatshirt means every size is the right size, so while i should in all likelihood be wearing a different size, beggars cannot be choosers when it comes to tiger sweatshirts. moral of the story, ill-fitting shoulders underneath + ill-fitting shoulders on top = linebacker shoulders for all. word.
3. the coat. vintage dior and given to my mum by one of her oldest (and sadly, now passed-on) friends. my mum is my favorite person on the planet, and we both agree that i did not get the fashion gene from her. this coat hung dormant in her closet for a good ten years (ya hate to see that) before i kidnapped it and brought it to new york. and then it went to fashion week and we all lived happily ever after. 

disclaimer sneak peek: this post has an impending part two...

snapshot: via social bliss.
outfit: vintage dior coat, kenzo tiger sweatshirt, topshop jeans, acne boots.
tunes: here to fall by yo la tengo

xx