In retrospect, I struggled to keep May from being a predictably platitudinal month. Thus, I can’t help but feel satisfied and proud of my creative journey these past few weeks. Places, photos, and concepts that I initially thought wouldn’t work out according to my ideals had left me with a rather blissful feeling of accomplishing something beyond what I expected.
Certainly, sleeping for more than 4 hours seem like a luxury I can rarely afford now and working on weekends till my father’s roosters started crooning at the break of dawn doesn’t seem unusual.
It’s a gratifying music to the ears now as I hit the “Publish” button.
But enough of my sensitive crap.
Did you notice how man repelling this is? A good pair of white trousers and a shapeless pullover on the brink of being sexless. For a minute, I thought my boobs completely abandoned me. Not that they’re noticeable mounds to begin with anyway.
At any rate, I think this look leans more toward the androgynous side of dressing, the kind that would shield you away from unabashed ogling and catcalling. And we should be thankful for that.
But don’t put me in a box yet. I dig this look but it’s not something that will resonate with me on a daily basis for so many reasons of which I’d like to enumerate had my eyes and pen (old school, I know) been so cooperative.
And they’re not.
Also, perhaps you find this post quite damn lengthy by now and I care about your attention span.
AMERICAN CITY STREAKS Sneakers
KNIT & CO Pullover