#9's

Taking literal numerical references under my wing is a newfound habit that can be entirely blamed on Rag & Bone. I'm feeling pretty guilt-free on this one though, so I'll join in on the shameless finger-pointing. As it turns out, dressing in flight mode with aviator bomber and racer pants can hasten normal routine, even to the most finite detail of dressing in separates for random occasions. Sensing a theme of speed here but hoping it doesn't fluctuate. Nix that, I'm prepped to beg for continuation. 

(rag and bone shirt, zara jacket and trousers)

In an effort to tack on a humorous anecdote, I'll add this: it's been humorous to see people's reactions to pants that would otherwise seem banal had they not been borne with slender side-stripes. I try to turn as much as possible to achieve full effect, but it doesn't hurt to be cryptic.