A pop-up post on my uniform lately: a cross between a Dark Shadows advocate and somber baseball pitcher. I never thought black and gray could achieve such an effect. Grins are all around though, so the look could be a bit of a deceiver, but the fact that these winter months have been in full tantrum gives right to a moment of mourning. It's giving a whole lot of credit to the whole global warning argument, but I don't want to jump that far off of a depressing cliff. Moving on to sartorial credits. I've managed to invest a heap of trust on this generic VanHeusen cap, both as a sun-shield and oracle of millinery, and given the return on risk, I'm fully ready to pursue its next of kin. Wow, I didn't think a hat would have me blabbing in textbook language, but I'll take it as proof of its influence. I'm still figuring out the origins of appeal on this sweatshirt pretending to be Rag & Bone.
(f21 sweatshirt, vanheusen cap, ray-ban sunglasses)
I thought I'd crack a grin for the sake of pushing past the overwhelming obsidian motif.