Sort of my favorite outfit I have worn in a longggg time. Too bad I stepped out of my apartment into psychotically oppressive waves of soul-suffocating New York City heat. In case you were wondering,
I wish desperately that I was escaping right now like I did last summer...I MISS YOU, PORTLAND!IF MY HEAD IS TILTED MAYBE YOU CAN'T TELL MY BANGS ARE CROOKED AS HELL?
NICE SMIRK, NOT FOOLING ANYONE CROOKED FACE.
Thrifted
French Toast (!) little boy's denim jacket (from the recent Connecticut superhaul), grey tee,
Peggy Noland highwaisted-dropcrotched-kneepatched cheetah print pants (with a second set of pockets at the knee), thrifted hippie straw bag that I dig cause my grandmother had one.
I had a lil meeting that day with my girl
Kate Fleming..who was wearing her
Céline wedges. I DIED. I was wearing
Jeffrey Campbell Snicks, TWINS MUCH?
The color discrepancy in our skintones is appalling. I am such an indoor kid. What's a "tan"?
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