The pictured pseudo-aviator jacket has been on hardcore recycle lately. The reason being that it works wonders in shielding against random plummets in mercury count and also moonlights as an alternate bed cocoon on dull stay-in days like the already-blogged-about Sunday (at least Céline came out of that dull equation). It's become an irresistible friend in my life, which is almost as sad as the fact that I'm referring to a piece of clothing as an "irresistible friend." Clearly, I've hit rock bottom but let's face it, it's worth hitting the pits of your life if you're suited up in fancy along the way. Granted, the self-proclaimed fanciful jacket didn't exactly cost me a pretty penny, but I feel better knowing that I lucked out in not having to shell out the big bucks for a high-brand alternate that offers the same exact silhouette. Plus, my style ego is just as satisfied.
(forever 21 jacket, sweatshirt, and shoes, gap underjacket, dkny jeans) photo cred: bryanandmae
Hardcore scrutinizers will notice that this "outfit post" (ugh) is remarkably similar to a particular other that was written a few days ago. First of all, kudos to those paying close enough attention. Second of all, I must give the side-remark that both posts were shot on the same day, and an unfortunate series of events that will go undescribed (let's just say it involved coffee-spilling on a person... me) led to me to forcibly switch out one layer. Voila, there you have it. Jacket redux. Here's hoping the explanation allays preconceived notions of being a severe outfit-repeater...
-The Style Inquisitor-