jacketed on congress

I found it plausible to channel what almost appears to be pure black on a rather sunny weekend afternoon because of the latest series of events that have set fire to the news-sphere. Raf leaving. Stefano leaving. I'm in sartorial mourning. A slight tinge of khaki slipping out amongst the darkness of the rest of my clothes does, however, represent the bit of hope that I have for these designers as they move forward to other ventures (excuse the poetic cliché- it's the influence of the aforementioned mourning). No doubt the genius will continue, but until those future conquests make their way before my eyes, I'll have to cope with the help of memory remnants from one exquisite lunch at South Congress café and the jitters biding within me as Paris time nears closer. I only trust that Ghesquière, Marant, and a few others will make everything better. 

(forever 21 jacket, sweater and oxfords, dkny jeans, versace x h&m bracelet)

I've already undergone critical mental preparation for the week that is to come. Fingers have been warmed up, keyboard polished, and eyeballs sufficiently rested. All that lies ahead is Fall 2012 offerings from Carven, Haider Ackermann, Rick Owens... I'm already getting ahead of myself. 

-The Style Inquisitor-

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