a little bit blur-blur, but
three notes on said outfit:
1. fashion week is the only
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.
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.
snapshot: via social bliss.
outfit: vintage dior coat, kenzo tiger sweatshirt, topshop jeans, acne boots.
tunes: here to fall by yo la tengo