I’ve always insisted my wardrobe is more Californian than Vancouverite, but I might be in over my head because dressing for fall isn’t so bad.. One simply needs to master the Art of Layering: layers are nice and cozy, but they are disgusting when you become a sweltering, hot mess after moving too much in them. Keywords: balance, and sweltering.
[Faux] fur scarf — Urbanoutfitters; canvas military jacket — Salvation Army; leopard print pants — OBEY; combat boots — vintage Aldo
One of my fav outfits because the pants are breezy and comfy, and everything was very cheap.. The scarf $10, pants $5, coat $3.99, and the boots were free, because to me, “vintage” is synonymous with “stolen from my mother’s closet.”
My goal this year (and for the rest of my life) is to stop complaining about Vancouver weather because everyone in this city is so fixated on the weather, despite the fact that Vancouver is KNOWN to be rainy! And I bet you anything complaining makes you ugly.
So let the whining end, and the appreciating begin!
It totally makes sense that the perfect sunnies for my face happen to be from the men’s section. Not because I have the facial structure of a man (though I love me some androgyny), but because my head is huge. It’s a family thing. Whatever.
It was actually between these or reflective aviators in brown/yellow… but it just made everything too beige. What with the brown hair and tan skin–that would just make my face look like a piece of poo. I love tans and all, but there is a limit to how much brown you can wear in an outfit before you start looking like a walking log of poo.
ANYWAYS. No Pants Season is here, and the universe is making sense again. Brb while I live in denim cutoffs and billowy tops.