New York Day Four
This was our last day in the big red fuit an it was epicly chilli. So much so that I invested in a fluffier coat as the day went on. We did brunch at Beauty & Essex, some shopping in Soho, and finished the day at Bergdorfs. It sounds and was indeed the perfect ending to a pretty terrific weekend. I love the word terrific, it is one from the english vocabulary that is seriously underused due to the invention of slang like “dope” and “sick”. Fuck that “i’m too cool for school” shit, in fact I’m kicking it primary school style from now on, terrific is my new word. As far as the outfit is concerned, you would assume that after living in a kilt during my formative years in the private school sector I might grow tired of the print. well…NEVER! School gal pride fo’ eva’, Tartan fo’ life.
My TERRIFIC #OOTD
OATW Collier De Chien cap, vintage Cartier aviators, All Saints chain, Zara plaid shirt dress, Helmut Lang fur jacket, Givenchy Bambi tote, vintage Versace combat boots
New York Day Two
Just love that wearing sweatpants, oh i’m sorry Rag & Bone velvet harem pants is totally ideal accompanied with a tuxedo jacket. Seriously, in 2002 would you ever have thought pairing your juicy tracksuit with heels would be dope, and not scream walk of shame? And all this thanks to the incredible mind of one genius alone. Thank you Kanye, for inventing leather joggers and pitching them to Fendi, you truly changed the world…
Velour Always Makes The Best Tracksuits
Chanel earrings, Tom Ford tuxedo jacket, Zara blouse, Rag & Bone velour pants, and Christian Louboutin Equestria boots
New York Day Two
Like most of the non-sociopathic individuals on this earth, I love animals, like adore! So you can understand my predicament when I get rumbly in my tumbly and decide to eat mammal of some kind, how the whole situation becomes a bit of a conflict of interest. Theres vegans, pescatarians, I consider myself a hypocritical vegetarian, love em’ to death, but I wear em’ and eat em’. It’s obtuse I know, and in my twisted psyche i actually take it seriously. I refuse to eat lobster or shrimp because at the point of ingestion they maintain the same form as they once did when alive. Where am I going with this rant you ask? I love my snakeskin boots, and hate myself for loving them. Same thing goes for fur of course, but shit get’s even more serious when god’s creatures are fluffy. Animal cruelty is primal, disgusting and makes my skin crawl no pun intended…but If this beautiful reptile already lost its life, I will honour him by making sure those boots kill, pun intended, every ensemble they are a part of. I sold my soul for Tom Ford…and I swear I just feel awful about it.
I’ll stick to Stella McCartney’s vegan leathers next time
Max Azria knit beanie, Zara jacket, Current Elliott denim shirt, 3.1 by Phillip Lim shirt, American Apparel leather skirt, Balmain Pierre bag, and Tom Ford anaconda boots