This is meant to confuse: dumpy, white chino shorts and dominatrix heels? It’s like someone you think you can trust, but in fact cannot. As if I told the principal “Don’t worry, sir, I’ll keep an eye on them,” during Senior Week, then single-handedly organized the disassembly, and subsequent reassembly of an entire VW Bug inside a second floor hallway.
[All J.Crew (buy the jacket here) + Low Luv Erin Wasson necklace + Report heels + M by MJ bag + Simon Pearce wine glass.]
When it’s too goddamned hot to wear anything else but pale shades of cotton [that just made me think of this; just let it play for a bit, pls.], you put a sock in it and roll with it.
I bought these shoes with the idea that I’d only wear them with girly florals and things, since I liked that dichotomy. Then I forgot to buy any florals, and ended up just looking like a prostie. Until this jacket, which is so amazingly lightweight, I want to lick it!
Shit, it’s hot!
Nothing boho about this. Am I a Renaissance woman, or am I a Renaissance woman.