“They see the Gyllenhaals and Ledgers gallivanting off to their clandestine piece of the mountain while I see either Tupac Shakur or Bone Thugs-N-Harmony inviting me for a quick rendezvous at the ‘crossroads’.”
I was about to mention the Corleones but they are one impeccably suited bunch of gangsters. So obviously, I am stuck with the bandanna-donning Crips, Bloods and ghetto rappers as a point of inspo reference for my neckerchief.
Scarves are pretty huge on street style scenes these days. And there’s a printed silk scarf casually lying around the house to support me on this bandwagon. Seriously, just casually lying around.
Some would initially credit scarves from the lasso-touting cowboys and cowgirls from the West. But we all have our own unique ways of visual interpretation. They see the Gyllenhaals and Ledgers gallivanting off to their clandestine piece of the mountain while I see either Tupac Shakur or Bone Thugs-N-Harmony inviting me for a quick rendezvous at the “crossroads“.
Or perhaps, I am shamelessly siding with the latter here because my ego’s still reeling from that frustrated dream of mine to become one of them. Okay, that’s another topic. Out!